I go to the same convenience store nearly every morning on my way in to work. Today there was a new cashier. Her name tag reads “Shandi”.
Our conversation:
Me: “Shandi….like the old KISS song.”
Her: “Huh”
Me: “Your name….it’s also the title of a KISS song.”
Her…looking down at her name tag “Oh…they spelled my name wrong….it’s supposed to be S-A-N-D-I.”
Me: “Still a good song though.”
Her: “Who sings it?”
Me: “Kiss”
Her: “……………… The guy with the tongue?”
Me: “He’s in the band.”
Her: “I thought it was just that one guy.”
Me: “……………………………………….nnnnnnnnnoooooooooooo……four guys.”
Her: “I think my grandfather likes him.”
I stand there with my diet soda and chewing gum…and slowly realize I am now knee deep in a demographic I never expected to be standing in and say: ” Well…your grandfather is cool…..have a good day.”
Her: ” You too……..don’t trip on the doormat!”