reason
short version
I
clocked his
name badge,
"
reason".
throughts,
excuses,
reasons raced through my mind to
broach the
subject of his name,
"Hey man is that your name? Reason?"
I
stumbled
awkwardly into as he filled my
bag of medium popcorn.
A nervous smile and
nod confirmed my
suspicions.
"That is such a
cool name man!"
Again that
"nervous regard of a wildebeast as it is being approached by an overly friendly lion" look
comes over his
face.
That or he's wondering why the
customer is talking to him.
I mean
that's not in the manual, well except when they're placing their order.
Other than that
customers don't talk to you.
Period.
Well I have Darren to blame for that; talking to people over the counter.
You know, like as if they're people
at the end of the day.
So as I took my
cinematic consumables with me to the theatre,
it dawns on me.
Did I
pronounce his name right? i.e.
Vincent becomes Van-Cent in Francais.
It was then that I realised I had contracted
cultura ineptitus.
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