Unfortunately, some frequent travelers think everyone should just magically know who they are (Don’t You Know Who I Am). Usually I am not one of those, but when I was checking in at the Cheyenne Mountain Resort for BAcon I had this experience:
Bell Man: Are you checking-in? You can park your car over there
Me: Isn’t this the valet stand, I was hoping to valet
Bell Man: Yes, this is the valet stand, let me help you with your bags.
I go to the front desk and check in, then leave the main building to head to my building
Bell Man: I hope you enjoy your wedding
Me: (confused) I’m not here for a wedding. I’m here for a travel blogger conference. You might want to be on your best behavior this weekend since the hotel will be swarming with travel bloggers and we will all review this hotel online.
Bell Man: I’m sorry, did I say something wrong
Me: I’m sorry, that came out wrong I guess. I was just trying to give you a heads up.
…Everyone on the entire staff seemed to know my name and refered to me as Ms. Alexander the entire weekend. Maybe they just do that anyway, but I felt awkward, especially when actual professionals were there for the conference.