We were standing at the counter at our local McDonalds when Randy, the middle-aged manager taking our order, asked Rob for a name to call when our food was ready. I did a double-take when Rob said, “Jose.”
Apparently, Rob decided a few days ago that when asked for his name in such circumstances, he will give a random fake name. Perhaps my nom de Facebook is rubbing off on him.
My double-take turned into a suppressed laugh and even more affection for my little cow town when I saw what Randy was writing down on the receipt.
H o s e and then after another wheel turned, a. Yep, “Jose” became “Hosea.” I’m not sure if Randy added the “a” to represent the “ay” sound, or if he thought for sure he had misheard Rob and that Rob had been named after one of the minor prophets in the Old Testament. Either way, it’s quite clear we aren’t in California anymore.
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Okay, I really *must* not laugh out loud because I will wake the children here at 11:30 p.m. Very funny stuff. Here I thought that only happened in the bible belt.
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