I got lunch from a Mexican place today. When I placed my order, the girl behind the counter asked for my name. It seems they have started a new practice of asking for people's names so that they don't have to just yell out a number. I told her my name and I heard her repeat it back to me clearly, "Katie". As I stood near the counter waiting to pick up my order, listening to the jaunty Mexican music playing loudly, I examined my receipt. On my printed receipt, there was my name, "Keiry". That's right, Keiry. I wondered how she could have mispelled it so badly when she repeated it so clearly.

A different girl was bringing orders to the counter and as she placed one down she looked at me and said, "Are you Rich?" I said no and thought about how funny that was that she asked me. Sure she was foreign and perhaps not so familiar with American names, but I don't think I look like a "Rich". I laughed a little to myself.

The next order was up and the girl put it on the counter and again looked at me. "Are you Steve?" she asked. Again, I answered in the negative. It's a good thing that I am confident of the fact that I look like a girl or I would've really been having an identity crisis. I found the whole thing quite amusing, but I wondered where my order was. I was getting very hungry.

Finally, she placed another order on the counter and said, "Keiry?" and I rushed up excitedly to get my food and replied, "Did you say Keiry? That's me!"  ¶ 4:37 PM