Also, so that you all know that I’m still me and not just some girl prone to posting photos of herself in dressing rooms, here’s a story from my travels:
In Asheville, after going to the grocery store, I looked at my receipt and read the part where it gives the name of the person who served you.
Me in my head: Uscan? That’s an interesting name. I wonder what the origin is? And would it be pronounced “Oohs-can” or “Uhs-can”? Intriguing.
The next day, I bought more food (I like food). Again, I looked at my receipt.
Me in my head: Served by Uscan again! Fancy that! Uscan must be the store manager, though, as each time I’ve gone to that place I’ve used the self-check out.
Me in my head: Oh. Wait. Uscan. U-scan. You-scan.
Yep. I’m awesome.