I don't think someone having dirty thoughts about me is aggressive. That's in the act.

Nope, me neither. I'm referring to the creepy staring - that's the act. That hard stare that's clearly sexual but is different from the checking-you-out I-fancy-you look that if done right is not a direct continuous stare but repeatedly making eye contact and holding it for a second longer than usual for casual conversation.

This all can seem like a complicated choreography with Fizzbin rules.

The debit/credit card thing is to prevent fraud. They want to make sure you answer to the name on the card. Doesn't help if they mispronounce it, of course.

That hard stare that's clearly sexual but is different from the checking-you-out I-fancy-you look that if done right is not a direct continuous stare but repeatedly making eye contact and holding it for a second longer than usual for casual conversation.

I don't have that fine-grained a filter--my general response to any stare that lasts too long is to assume the person's a lech. Silly, considering I'm probably stressing people like Steph out. But there's nothing a guy's ever pulled off in eye-to-eye contact with me that felt aggressive. Staring at my body or my lips in a patently mind-elsewhere-carnal way starts to blur things, but not straight up eye contact for me.

Is Time Team available online? I found some stuff on You Tube, but the quality was bad.

The debit/credit card thing is to prevent fraud. They want to make sure you answer to the name on the card.

Completely irrelevant for me--my picture is on my debit card. Anyway, I answered to the Coffee Bean guy who called me Taylor for a month. I will answer to anything if it means getting the transaction over sooner.

I will just judge you until the end of time.

Anyway, I answered to the Coffee Bean guy who called me Taylor for a month.

Um, how did that start?

Some possibly good news for Noise Design:

Interesting, but sadly that is Orlando Sanford, not Orlando International Airport. Sanford is a tiny little airport that manned by a handful of small commuter planes and charter flights.

Um, how did that start?

Brainfart on his part, really. I give my last name to baristas, and I guess he thought Taylor was a good enough last-name first-name for a chick, and ran with that. One day he actually looked at the debit card, corrected himself seamlessly, and we've never spoken of it. And, thankfully, he calls me by my last name, not my first. Though, he's Spanish-speaking, so he'd probably get it right.

I just having naming boundary issues.

my general response to any stare that lasts too long is to assume the person's a lech

I guess my default is "what is he/she *staring* at?" Unless I'm dressed up and meaning to be attractive, I don't usually think of sex first.

Staring at my body or my lips in a patently mind-elsewhere-carnal way...

...doesn't bother me (lately I kinda wish somebody *would*), but it's different than the predatory aggressive sexual stare.

Anyway, I answered to the Coffee Bean guy who called me Taylor for a month. I will answer to anything if it means getting the transaction over sooner. I will just judge you until the end of time.

Ha! Me too. If the extent of our interactions is, here's the money, gimme my thing, or hi/hi/see ya, I don't care whose name they call me by. I just want to get done with it.

Safeway cashiers are forced to address customers by their first names and I hate it.

They do it off the receipt at least, not the credit card.