Oh No, They Know Me

My husband is at a business conference for seven days and I have to keep myself busy otherwise I end up on the floor in fetal position pounding my head against the floor.  I miss him.  This weekend I walked into Williams-Sonoma at North Park and the associate greeted me and said: "Aren't you the one that likes blue?"  Christy helped me the last time I was in the store, and she remembered that I like blue and I don't need a gift receipt.  She pointed out all the new blue items they had in stock.

So of course I had to purchase the measuring cups that match my bowls.

It it wrong that a sales associate at the greatest kitchen store in the world knows me and my purchasing habits?  I hope not.