I overheard the following exchange in the doctor’s surgery the other day:

Older man to receptionist: “Are you the girl that works in Specsavers?”
Receptionist: “No, not me.”
Man: “Are you sure, I could have sworn I saw you behind the counter in Specsavers.”
Receptionist: “No, definitely not me, I work … er … here.”

Seems going to Specsavers doesn’t always have the desired effect…