The other day Rose was at a playgroup so I took Simon to Burger King. After I ordered, the cashier (whose name was Beatriz, as the receipt indicates) asked me for my name. I guess "Chrissie" sounds a heck of a lot like "Crazy." At first I was a little embarrassed that she thought my name was Crazy, but then I had to stifle some laughter. I'm crazy.
And then Simon refused to indulge my crown-wearing wishes. Another blow.
P.S. My friend just told me she thinks her husband got food poisoning from Burger King.
7 comments:
Aw, rough day!
haha- love ya my crazy woman!
She wasn't anywhere close, in my opinion! And just because her name has a "z" doesn't mean yours does too.
Oh my gosh...that's one for the books! I wonder if somewhere in this world a person actually has that name or nickname? It sounds almost gang-like! One question: when your food was ready, did she announce your name as "Crazy", or were you already at the counter?
Mom: I think the name she yelled was some kind of cross between "Crazy" and "Chrissie." She had a Spanish accent, so that might have contributed to her pronunciation issues.
LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL
My mom says she knew that you were crazy a long time ago.
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