So I won't talk about where this was but when I was young a studio in NY had a "Street team"
My desk was right by the elevator, I was pretty much ALWAYS working, and the street team had to pass me to get promo materials and give them out. So every day, they'd look right at me, ask me who I was, ask me what I was doing, then offer me some swag and leave.
EVERY FUCKING DAY! You figure after the first week they'd remember, but no this went on for a month before I decided "F'kit lets see what I can get out of this"
So
Day 1, they walk by and offer me a free game "because they just met me".
Day 2, I get a free pack of Limited edition cards..."because they just met me".
Day 3, I get a free ball "because they just met me"
For the next 3 months I just let this happen, and just kept collecting free shit because they couldn't bother to remember who I was. Years later I bumped into one of the members of the former street team. He didn't know my name, or even what i did, but he remembered I had a desk by the elevator WTF!