I don't know why I was thinking about this, but I remembered an instance when I was waitressing at the retirement home. There was this one elderly lady who had been there almost as long as I had, which is about three and a half years. She always says my name wrong, and I have never had the heart to correct her. My name is Kayla, but she called my Kaylee, Kaylin, Katelyn, etc. However, this isn't the point of the story.
Again, I'm not sure why I was thinking of this, but I remember one night I was cleaning up and I hear, "Excuse me! Kenya!"
And without even missing a beat I turned back to her and said, "Yes?"
I answered her question and then turned to another girl I worked with and said, "Apparently I'll just answer to anything now."
Thursday, October 29, 2009
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