Is it me?

I had an appointment at the dentist at 9.30am.  I was there at 9.25am.  The 9.45am appointment arrived at 9.40am.  The 10.00am appointment arrived and at 10.05am the 10.15am appointment arrived.  At 10.15 the dentist called me in.  When I made the appointment for my next visit I asked if I could have the first appointment of the day.  '9.30am,' the receptionist said.   'My appointment today was 9.30am but I wasn't seen until 10.15am when 4 other people had arrived,' I ventured to say.  'And your point is Madam?' she asked.  Nonplussed I said, 'Why?'  She sighed and explained as though I was 5 years old.  'He never sees anyone before 10.15.' 'So can I turn up at 10.15 for my 9.30am appointment?'  I asked.  'No, because if you do you will be charged as a no-show.'

I am hopeless with names.  Even though I repeat them as I am being told, they disappear immediately into the atmosphere.  On Sunday I turned up at another club to play four matches in one day, a killer by any standards.  'Bonjour Suzanne,'  was the greeting I received from someone I don't remember ever meeting before.  As I proceeded to kiss everyone on both cheeks, they all knew my name.  I didn't know one although I did remember playing against them at previous tournaments.  The organiser came over and he too knew who I was even though I hadn't opened my mouth or spoken one word.  I asked a player from my own club how everyone knew my name.  'You are the only English woman on the circuit, or man for that matter' she replied.  Is it printed on my forehead?