He calls me Anne...

I was sober for 93 days.  I was no longer being held by the grasps of addiction. Worrying when I would get it next, or how sick I would feel if I didn't get it. I was free of the bonds of addiction.....
Caffeine, my weakness has summoned me once more. Quietly calling my name every time I pass QT. I was able to resist for so many days and nights. It only took one sip and all of my efforts went down the drain. I'm a full blown addict again. Day after day my first thought is caffeine. Cant start my day without it, the breakfast of champions. I now have an established routine, get up, get Chasie off to school, shower, go to QT....caffeine.
He calls me Anne, the guy at the register. Sometimes, seeing the same face so many times gives you the illusion that you know the person, even if they are complete strangers. You get a feeling of familiarity, putting you at ease. Feeling as though you can say the most random things and the face on the other side of the counter will respond with a smile and a sweet remark. Not when you're dealing with me. Someone who has had countless encounters with strangers that reaffirm my theory that society as a whole is slowly going insane. Perhaps the government is pumping brain numbing gasses into the atmosphere.
It happened the first time 2 weeks ago. I walked into QT and I hear a guy say.."Hey Anne"...putting a heavy, nasally emphasis on "Anne".  I ignored it but felt his eyes on me.  I got my drinks and went to the counter where he was waiting for me. Bald headed and blue eyed, looking at me. Looking as though he wanted to say something but now knowing how.
It was then that I knew it was happening, another encounter, reaffirming my previous self label of "Freak Magnet".
"I'm going to call you Anne from now on".
I slowly shake my head, take a deep breath and look down at nothing in particular.
"If you want.." I say, still looking down.
"You look like Anne Hathaway...has anyone ever told you that? You look exactly like her" (he talks so fast, maybe too much coffee or caffeine....or crack cocaine)
"No, Ive never heard that...." I say, although knowing that I get that comment almost on a daily basis.
"WOW, I cant believe you've never heard that"..bla bla bla wonka wonka wonka....His words continued as I backed away slowly and walked out the door.

Every time I return to QT I hear the same thing..."Whats up Anne?" "Hey Anne"  "Hows it going Anne?"
I keep reminding myself that it is wrong to punch people.

What is it going to take for me to be able to walk into a store, just one time, and not have a random person talk to me?

Feel free to answer, advice and ideas welcome.