Your name is one of the first things to identify you. Imagine if Barack Obama was named Steve, or if Steve Jobs was named Henderson. Would we still have a president and a genius who blessed us with the magical iPhone? I don’t necessarily believe your name determines who you will be, but it is your first point of identification. You’re told your name over and over when you’re a child, and it is how you introduce yourself as an adult.
I went through a rebellious stage in high school where I dropped the “h” but I came to my senses by the time the school had to print my diploma. My name is not hard to pronounce, so it baffles me when someone forgets my name. Angers me, actually. I admit I meet many new people each week and I don’t remember most of their names, but that doesn’t really bother me. But when someone forgets MY name, it annoys me.
To make matters worse, I had just been introduced to someone new in front of this guy…just a few minutes prior to the figurative slap. Unless this guy suffers from serious short-term memory loss, there’s no excuse. He might as well just said to me, “You’re forgettable.”
I came up with this brilliant technique quite a few years ago. I became an expert when my friend Lisa and I decided to crash a high school reunion. We were bored on a Saturday night and our favorite bar had been taken over by a lame high school reunion, so of course we had to crash it and see what we could get up to. If you think we copied Wedding Crashers, you’d be mistaken. This act of brilliance occurred years before the movie came out. Copycats.
Our MO was walking up to a good looking guy (then we ran out of those and settled for the rest), giving him an enthusiastic “Hey, you!” while slyly glancing at his name tag. We’d then sell him on a story about being in his Algebra class or some such nonsense. If he wasn’t buying it, we kicked in high drama gear.
At one point, we staged an argument where one of us was angry at the other one for stealing her boyfriend. When we realized we had an audience, we escalated the show. I believe the follow-up stories involved dropping out of high school, being addicted to drugs, and a showdown involving a major chick fight. We may have left the guys speechless, but they were entertained.
We turned a royally boring high school reunion into an Upright Citizen’s Brigade show. And we got free drinks.
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