I went to have some outpatient surgery the other day, and I was tended to by Lucy, Bill, Naomi, Janice, Dan, Deedee, Tim and Pam.
No Justin, Heather, Brittney, Dylan, Kevin, Kinsheisha, T’quan or Jennifer.
Nice, old fashioned names, so refreshingly untrendy, and they were all well spoken and competent.
There were minorities in the group, and I’ll guarandamtee there were no uhbamunists in the group. I dont relish any surgery, but that bunch made it as pleasant as could be. I wonder if the choice of names has any correlation as to how their parents raised them?
Comment by dick, not quite dead white guy — January 18, 2013 @ 12:57 pm