The spouse looks up from the dishes and sees the bemused look on my face: "What's wrong?"
Me: "The taxi company knows me."
The spouse: "?"
Me: "The dispatcher said, 'Hi, A! Are you going to the airport in the morning?' Before I even said anything."
The spouse laughs.
The spouse: "They're probably writing a book about you."
The spouse laughs again.
I think for a moment. "Maybe it's just because I'm always nice and I tip well."
The spouse, in a teasing tone: "Maybe it's because you're very memorable..."
Me, wailing: "Stop saying that!"
Go listen to some music: "Drive She Said" from the album The Big Heat by Stan Ridgway.