My favorite "do you know who I am?" story was from my friend who worked at Barnes & Noble Bookstore in NYC in the early '80s.
He was at the register when his coworker (a rather ditzy gal) turned to a woman standing in line and said, "There's a ten dollar minimum on all credit card charges."
Yes, back in the ancient days, credit card fees were fixed and very high for merchants, so most of them had $10 minimums on all charges.
The woman standing in line rolled her eyes, and said very loudly, "Do you know who I am?"
The salesgirl picked up her credit card and read it back to her (also rather loudly):
"Churrr?" (She pronounced "Cher" phonetically.)
And this was mid-comeback Cher, after her variety show and '70s disco phase, before Turn Back Time and Moonstruck. A career lull, as much as she ever had.
Cher grabbed some book on the counter and stacked it on top of the one she actually wanted.
"HERE!" she said, feathers ruffled and pride obliterated.
Then she made her purchase and walked out the door without another word.
I still sometimes refer to her as "Churrr."
"Jaws is the Citizen Kane of movies."
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