The Burger King Identity

I went through the Burger King drive through yesterday. While I am not a frequent BK visitor, I go more often than I would like... or should. Breakfast was going to be one ham omelet sandwich (hamlet = $1). I don't like the honey butter on my sandwich, so I asked for it without. At this point, the lady on the other end of the order terminal said, "Oh, now I recognize your voice. Is that you?"

Uh... how do I answer that? I was pretty sure I was me, so I answered a monosyllabic, "Yes."

Once I pulled up to the window, however, I learned that I was in fact not myself; and the proper response to her query would have been, "No. I am not me. I am in fact someone else who is still me, but not that me at all... nor am I schizophrenic... at least I didn't used to be." Then, following proper small talk etiquette, I should have returned the question to show I am courteous and caring. "How about you? Are you you today?"

I'm just glad that whoever I am, I got my hamlet sans honey butter.