I went to an art shop yesterday to buy some paper (beautiful, delicious paper). Upon checking out, the cashier asked if I was on the mailing list.
"No, but my boyfriend is."
"What is his name?"
[Apparently, the name is needed to begin the transaction.]
"Steve or Stephen B****"
"Hmmm, I don't have that."
"No? I swear he is on your mailing list - we get your ads all of the time."
"I have a S-T-E-P-H-E-N B****"
"That's him."
"Oh! That's how you spell Stephen?"
Like I said, help us all.
6 comments:
And I am prejudiced against Stevens, just so you know.
Stephen. Mmmmm. It's the most luscious name of all time.
I might be biased.
wow. that's.... damn.
---MB
In high school I had a huge crush on a Steve (which I think you've read about) but I have no idea whether he was a Steven or a Stephen. That is probably a very good sign.
I think Stephens should pronounce their names like 'steefen' rather than voicing that middle consonant.
Have you read The Language Instinct by Steven Pinker? (I had to look up whether he is v or ph.) Anyway, it's one of my all-time favorites.
oooh, the language instinct! i think that's on my to-read list.
that's a pretty painful story. i hate to say it, but sometimes (definitely not always) there's a reason why people work in retail. like the cashier that checked out my friend jen's groceries with one hand, while eating a huge turkey drumstick in the other.
Oof.
Just oof.
R-E-T-A-R ...
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