Occasionally I go to the cafeteria for lunch. Most of the time, I end up at the grill station. Typically they ask for your name with your order so that they can tell you when it is done.
Hence the rub: I normally don’t give my real name.....I just make something up. Maybe it’s because I’ve always found my own name very common and this is my way of acting out against my parents (very Freudian you say?) but it really kicked into high gear when Janelle got pregnant with Caden. I would use this opportunity to give them names I was throwing around for our next child so that 1) I could hear someone else say it aloud (fresh perspective) and 2) I could gage everyone else’s reaction to it.
“Oh” I would think, “I think the grill station crowd really liked Fletch.”
I know....it doesn’t make any sense. This especially got weird when we were having a girl.
Eventually, it just became a game to give them random names just for the fun of it.
Garfield
Sundance
Pele’
The problem was most of the time, they would never spell them right despite my clarification and annunciation, so that by the time it was called out by the cook, it was mangled into something altogether unrecognizable.
Today was no different.
April the Grill Person) Name?
Me) Ringo
April) Rain-go? (unsure)
Me) Ringo (I say slowly)....like the Beatle
April proceeds to spell Ringo “R-A-N-G-O”
I thought the Beatle clue was enough....but apparently I’m wrong....it must not have been a popular enough reference. Who’s ever heard of the Beatles right? My bad
I consider borrowing and slightly altering the old children’s song and sing “R-I-N-G-O, R-I-N-G-O, R-I-N-G-O, and Ringo was his name-o”....but I decided against it.
Instead I tell her, “No, it’s with an I”
And then it took another turn for the worse.
April crosses out the....wait for it....O and puts in an I.
And RANGI was my name-o.
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