Action, action, action.

Saturday night, a 60-ish year old man told me he recognized me from being a waitress at some restaurant in Naperville. I then told him politely I didn't know what the eff he was talking about (there was still an outside chance that he was going to buy us drinks).

He then asked me if I "got my good looks from my mom or my dad."

Glad I now know what kind of demographic I attract. Score!