My husband had spent the day at a conference. He was tired, but it was “date night,” and he agreed to meet me at a new restaurant on Las Olas Boulevard.
When we sat down, the waitress came over to take our drink order. He was wearing one of those giant nametags—the ones that say, “Hello, My Name is________”
The waitress took my drink order, winked at me, and turned to my husband and said, “Mike, what can I get you?”
He was a bit taken aback. “Uh. I’ll have a gin and tonic, please.”
As the waitress walked away, I leaned in and said, “Mike, how do you KNOW her?”
“I don’t!” he exclaimed. “Uh…I…uh…I don’t know how she knew my name.”
“Really? You have never met her?” I could hardly contain my amusement.
The waitress appeared a few seconds later with our drinks. She was flirting with him at this point, clearly making Mike even more uncomfortable.
After she set his drink down, we both looked at him and simultaneously pointed to his nametag. I think Mike’s reaction was a combination of slight annoyance and utter relief.