Secret agent (wo)man.
Anna and I went undercover last night as secret shoppers for steakfood chain restaurant. We went there as "first time visitors" (for Anna, she didn't even have to pretend) and secretly rated them on service, food, etc. I think we were pretty smooth about it, except when we accidentally ran out on the bill at the end and got chased down by our waitor (I had unthinkingly put the signed credit card receipt in my purse, along with the other copies). So THAT kind of impeded our attempt to blend in and not draw attention to ourselves. But other than that, it was an evening of great (virtually free) food and even better conversation.
Oh, and one other thing--and as of tonight, I'm 72 hours smoke-free. It's been a couple of months since I've made it this long.