Let's Bring this bitch back

OK, blog-a-licious will be resurrected!
I'm sorry I've been MIA in the blogworld, but as school employees can all attest, the end of the year is a biy-atch. However, I am spurred into action by a little "encounter" shall we say that took place this past friday.
So, I'm working at my new gig in the WSM (that's the West Side Market, for all of you non-O.C.'ers). Yes, I am now four days a week at the Mediterranean Import Food Store. This, in and of itself, is hilarious. Why? The interactions with peeps, selling of many cheeses, me pretending to know all about said cheeses, me making up prices for random items, and the daily rantings of my new co-workers, Gus and Mark.
So, last Friday, who should walk into our little store?
Yes, if you guessed one ex-landlady named "AfrikaaWendy" you would be correct!
So, she strolls in on her celly, talking to whom? (My guess is Ed, but that's another story). She proceeds to talk LOUDLY on her cel all the while comandeering me to get her certain items...how rude, but more so, SHE DOESN'T RECOGNIZE ME!!! Sweet, I think, I may get by unscathed.
HOWEVER, into the store walks Uncle Eddie, of Farkas Fame, and shouts, "Hey Jess, whats up?" at which point A.W. looks point blank at me and kind of scrunches up her face as if she is trying to figure out who I am, then proceeds to continue talking on the phone and just puts more stuff up on the counter.
I ask Ed to keep it on the D.L. as to my name, and to perhaps call me "Lauren" (that's my stage name, dontcha know) and he complies. So, A.W. is in the store for going on 40 minutes and I'm finally ringing her ass up and she says to me: "You look kind of familiar...do you live around here?" To which I reply, "NO." And she says, "Huh...I feel like I've seen you before" and I shrug and say, "Um, well...I don't know...uh..." hoping she hasn't put together the image of me and her ruined dining room ceiling. Looks like I escaped notice, but then as she walked out she says, "see you tomorrow, I'll be back for some bread." Great, I think.
So peeps, come visit me in the store and if you do, remember if you see A.W., my name is Lauren.