I was out eating at a restaurant with coworkers. There was a group of about eight of us. When it came time to pay the waitress picked up our payments. It appeared as though she grouped them together to return them to the people on the same side of the table for efficiency. I was at the end of the table of the table. She gave the guy across from me his change and then looked down at my credit card, looked around, and called out, "Brook". She looked around again and spotted the only female in our group and began to walk that way. I then raised my hand and said, "That's me."