There's something very wrong about this

I was fried when I got on America West flight 815 from Phoenix to San Francisco. I spent the last two days in meetings and had just flown from Washington/Dulles to Phoenix.

To soften the pain, I ordered a glass of red wine from the stewardess. It went down fast. Then I ordered another from the dude flight attendant.

I settled into the short flight, flipped on my iPod and finished off my wine. We started our descent into San Francisco when the dude flight attendant came by to collect my empties. I passed them over and he said, "Thanks, Lee."

What?! Did he just say my name? How did he know my name? Why did he know? This is weird.

"No problem," I said, trying to act cool and disguise my concern.

The flight attendant paused in the isle for a second. "Where did you fly in from?... Chicago?" he asked.

Ok, how did this guy know I wasn't flying direct from Phoenix? Again, this is weird, I thought.

"Huh?" I said. "Oh, DC."

"Ahh, fight 35," he said.

"Yep, that's it," I said.

He walked away and proceeded to clean-up the rest of the cabin.

We landed and I headed off of the plane. As I approached the plane door, the flight crew was saying their good-byes to passengers as usual. The flight attendant dude saw me leave.

"Take care, buddy," he said.

Who is this guy? And why do I feel violated?