I have started taking my family members out for a birthday dinner (some times a week... or month... late. But who cares when someone else is buying your dinner, right?). Then I interview them and post the interview on our family website. Anyway, my little niece Lilian wanted to go to this little restaurant called "Max and Cheese" that had little kid meals like peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. And the tables were game boards to play on while you ate. Sounded really fun, but it isn't nearly as fun when it closed about 5 months earlier.
So, what was Lilian's second choice? "McDonald's!" of course. After we ordered our food, the cute girl behind the counter asked for my name, which I said and she wrote it on the receipt. I didn't happen to look at the receipt at first, but when I heard her call out "Dicky" several times I realized she meant me.
2 comments:
The best thing is that you kept the receipt and took a picture of it :) I love how you can find humor and a good story out of anything...lol!! Funny story Dickie! Kind of like..Damna and damnpa! :)
Vicki, this has SO happened to me. Actually, if you go to my blog, you'll find it in there under Lost In Translation. They wrote IRAN instead of ERIN, of course. It was the laugh of my life!
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