In the street quiet home town, several times a year booker who knows not to shout my working name because he did it after the first booking.

Spots me this morning greets then plays with working name, the other name I've given him, says Mirror uh the other name, Mirror or the other name. I'm rolling my eyes, he asks how I am then announces he hasn't been able to afford me recently.
Then says I'm being paranoid telling him he's being indiscreet because it's so early in the morning. There are open windows and residential properties around the narrow street.
He is someone I've had difficulty with previously, phoning drunk, being demanding.
Still reeling from this.
I guess it's the biannual indiscretion incident.