Local Celebrity

You know how I like to pretend I'm a famous movie star when I go jogging? Well, it's days like today that convince me I AM famous and just don't know it yet. My car asked me today if I'd get his oil changed so I took him to my local oil dudes. I say local but it's actually the next town over. It's one of those places you just pull up and don't even get out of your car and it's the same place I go every time so it normally wouldn't surprise me that the guy knew my name when I pulled up...except he was the new guy and I've never met/seen/spoken to him before. Not only did he know my name, but when I rolled down my window he said, "You're late!". As in I was a month late for my oil change, NOT my appointment, as I hadn't set one! How did he know that?!
New guy was nice and explained everything in ridiculous detail but he seemed nervous and was bumbling around, knocking into everything, every time he came near my window. Which makes me wonder..what the frik did the other oil dudes say to him about me?! He tripped over the air hose while my usual oil dude filled my tires. He handed me a clipboard with my work order and asked for my signature, then fell into my window while I was signing which made me mess up. He said, "OOHH SHOOOT!" and I replied, "no, it's ok, you didn't mess me up..I always sign 'P' and then a 12-inch slash". My usual oil dudes were giggling every time he did something like that, which made him try harder, which led to him messing up even more. As I drove off, I could hear a roar of laughter coming from the garage. So...what the frik was all THAT about?!

I then go another auto place to have another thing looked at because the first place only does oil. So auto place #2 I've only been to ONE OTHER TIME and it was SIX MONTHS AGO! I was there maybe an hour or two, sat in the waiting room the whole time, talked to TWO people that worked there, and then left. I assumed I would have to re-explain my problem when I got inside, wouldn't you? So I walk up to the counter and it's a different desk chick than last time so she says, "Can I help you?".
I said, "Hi! I was here several months ago because my car was blah blah blah and it's doing it again. I think Mike looked at it when I was here last..." and as I'm explaining this to her, a fix-it dude I'VE NEVER SEEN BEFORE interrupts and says, "Benji looked at it last time".
I said, "What?".
He says, "Little red car, right?".
"Umm..ya..?"
"Ya, I remember you. Benji looked at it."
How the FRIK does this guy remember me from six months ago, remember what car I drove, what issue it had, and WHO looked at it?!?!

This has led me to draw several different conclusions. Let me know which one you think it is-
1. I'm famous and don't know it
2. I have some kind of infamous and yet secret reputation with mechanics in my area
3. I should start wearing a top when I leave the house
4. All of my local mechanics are actually undercover secret agents and I'm under surveillance
5. I'm on Candid Camera
6. People talk about me a LOT behind my back
7. I'm difficult to deal with so easy to remember
8. I was recently featured on America's Most Wanted and never got the memo
9. I'm the only person within a 100-mile radius that drives a small red car
10. All mechanics have mind-reading abilities