I worked for 35 years or so part time at a local hobby shop. it had a sign above the door with the name on it, but the actual name of the business as Uncle same saw it was something else. That was the name on the credit card statement when it came in the mail We got a call from a woman on night asking if that is what the business name of the shop was, and not thinking anything of it, we said "yes". Then she said rather sharply, "Ah ha! Now I've got him!" and she hung up. If I was working the register, I would think that in the old days at least half the customers didn't want the receipt, just so the wife wouldn't accidentally find it. Working retail can get pretty interesting at times!
Type at you later,
Dan McEntee