Pin It I used to tend bar at a sports bar in Denver. One night I had a group of four, two guys and two gals, come in to watch a Cubs (!) game and grub it up. The two guys had Modelo and Jack and Coke, tall with a lime. The two gals has Michelob Ultra and Coors Light. They drank their drinks, ate their food, watched their game and a good time was had by all. Then they left. The end? Nope. About 4 months later Modelo guy came back with another friend of his. They walked in the door and sat down at a table in the pool room. I walked over there, and said to Modelo man, "I'm SO SORRY about the last time you were here!" He had no idea what I was talking about. I said... "One of your friends (Michelob Ultra lady) ordered the Cobb salad with no bacon, no egg and no blue cheese crumbles. I totally forgot to order hers special. She got all the stuff on her salad she didn't want!" He was amazed (and a little freaked out, perhaps) that I remembered all of that and we got a good laugh about it. He also reassured me that it was fine and she didn't mind.
About 6 months months ago a customer picked up her quilt that I quilted for her and got some fabric for binding. A week after she picked it up we got around to doing a deposit and there was a discrepancy between the amount of her check, and the total that the register gave. I looked up the total of her quilting. I then remembered that she had also bought the binding fabric. To this day I remember it exactly. She needed 13 strips to do her binding and she's sort of a beginner so she wanted to do 3" strips so she would have no problems. She chose a gold tone on tone Kansas Troubles fabric with a muted leaf print in it. It was 7.99 a yard and she only needed 1 1/8 yard for her 13 strips but I gave her 1 1/4 yard because she said she always slips when cutting.
I could go on and on with the stupid stuff like that where I remember every teensy weensy little detail.
Today? I walked in circles around the shop for a good 15 minutes looking for my coffee cup only to find it in the microwave, left my cell phone on a shelf in the ribbon aisle of WalMart, and called a customer TWICE to tell her that her quilt was done because by noon I had already forgotten that I called her at 9:30.
Does quilting rot your brain? Am I the only one? Say it ain't so!!!