I can see it now:
You're at a conference, looking to find Professor so-and-so in the hallway so you can ask him that question about modal realism. Your black blazer is soiled with a hoagie from yesterday, but no matter. Your trusted "I remember dfindley" button will draw the attention away. Before bending down to tie your shoe, you catch your reflection in the mirror. You're pretty sure there's someone behind you. Something warm grazes your ear.
"I am dfindley," he whispers.