Now as all of you know, I work at a grocery store. At this place of employment we're required to wear a name tag. Store policy mandates that we have our real name on said tags so mine indeed says Pebbles. I'm going to go ahead and lay out some scenarios for you. Yes, these happen about every other person.
They all start the same. I look up at the guest to start a conversation and get slightly uncomfortable when they stare down at my chest for long amounts of time.... Then I remember the name tag... Now it's just a waiting game.
Scenario 1
Person: You probably get this a lot, but is that your real name or a nickname?
Me: Yeah.... It's my real name... (for some reason the nickname addition always throws me off, hence the yes to a question with multiple options)
Person: Wow. Your dad must have been a fan of the Flintstone's.
Me: Umm yeah.... (Sometimes varies depending on how much I want to divulge.)
Person: Cool...
Scenario 2
Person: Do you have a brother named Bam Bam?
Me: No..... Or if I'm actually feeling like talking to this person I'll explain to them that Bam Bam and Pebbles get married in the cartoons of them grown up, therefore making it super weird if I had a brother named that.
Person: hmmm...
Scenario 3
Person: Hey! Is that your real name?
Me: Yep
Person: No way! You're lying to me!
Me: umm.... Nope, it's my name.
Person: I don't believe you.
Me: umm... Ok....
Scenario 4
Person: Is that a nickname? That was my nickname in high school. All my friends called me that.
(Notice they have a lot to say, this individual usually requires minimal talking on my part.)
Me: hmm... That's neat.
Person: Random speaking of HS and their friends which I normally ignore.
Scenario 5
Person: (Individuals in this group usually spend an extra few seconds with the uncomfortable chest staring) How do you pronounce your name?
Me: (very politely) Pebbles... For those of you who know me, yes my brain is SCREAMING, it's phonetic!!!! You fool!!!! But alas, I enjoy getting a paycheck every two weeks and not going crazy sitting around so I am as nice as can be even to these crazies....
They all start the same. I look up at the guest to start a conversation and get slightly uncomfortable when they stare down at my chest for long amounts of time.... Then I remember the name tag... Now it's just a waiting game.
Scenario 1
Person: You probably get this a lot, but is that your real name or a nickname?
Me: Yeah.... It's my real name... (for some reason the nickname addition always throws me off, hence the yes to a question with multiple options)
Person: Wow. Your dad must have been a fan of the Flintstone's.
Me: Umm yeah.... (Sometimes varies depending on how much I want to divulge.)
Person: Cool...
Scenario 2
Person: Do you have a brother named Bam Bam?
Me: No..... Or if I'm actually feeling like talking to this person I'll explain to them that Bam Bam and Pebbles get married in the cartoons of them grown up, therefore making it super weird if I had a brother named that.
Person: hmmm...
Scenario 3
Person: Hey! Is that your real name?
Me: Yep
Person: No way! You're lying to me!
Me: umm.... Nope, it's my name.
Person: I don't believe you.
Me: umm... Ok....
Scenario 4
Person: Is that a nickname? That was my nickname in high school. All my friends called me that.
(Notice they have a lot to say, this individual usually requires minimal talking on my part.)
Me: hmm... That's neat.
Person: Random speaking of HS and their friends which I normally ignore.
Scenario 5
Person: (Individuals in this group usually spend an extra few seconds with the uncomfortable chest staring) How do you pronounce your name?
Me: (very politely) Pebbles... For those of you who know me, yes my brain is SCREAMING, it's phonetic!!!! You fool!!!! But alas, I enjoy getting a paycheck every two weeks and not going crazy sitting around so I am as nice as can be even to these crazies....
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