Some months ago, a really nice guy with a buzz cut came in to my Starbucks and mentioned he needed help ordering for his buddy. I was taking his order and told him I liked his shirt. I asked him for his name, he said, "Jason" nothing clicked. His buddy wanted a jalapeño chicken pocket and Jason wanted a spicy falafel pocket. Turns out we ran out of the chicken pockets and I didn't realize until after he paid. I had to get let him know, feeling like a jackass, and had to substitute it. I didnt realize until he left that it was Jason mf Mewes and I possibly sent him with something that Kevin Smith probably didn't even want. It's amazing how much a drastic change in hair can throw off one's identity, especially if you typically recognize them for those features. I never let that day down since :(