"What's your name?"
It's official. I'm terrible with names. If someone comes up to me and introduces himself, the odds are that, by the time he finishes saying his last name, I will already have forgotten it. In fact, there is a good chance I may not have even heard it in the first place. It will go in one ear and out the proverbial other without firing so much as one neuron in my so-called brain.
This is not a sign of impending dementia. Have no fear. I've always been like this. The only way for me to remember a name is to see it in writing, and stare at it intentionally, and then mouth it three times while glancing at the face of its owner. I'm not kidding. There are drug reps out there who have been calling on me for 10 years whose names I still don't know because I'm to embarrassed to stare at their chests.
"Hi Dr. S!"
And in shul? Foggedaboutit! I think we had 4 or 5 families move in over the summer. I have no idea who they are or what their names are. I even mix up the names of people I actually do know. I remember about 10 years ago I called one of the Rabbi's sons by his brother's name, and he said something like "G-d forbid!" and I don't think he's spoken to me since.
It gets really embarrassing the longer it goes on. There are people that I've met two or three times over the years whose names I still can't remember, and now I'm too ashamed to ask.
"What, you mean you've been having kiddush with this guy for 15 years and you still don't know his name? Are you a moron??"
All I'm saying is, if more people would make an effort to wear big, bright name tags on their shirts, my life would be much simpler.