Sometimes, I ask for the name of the employee who takes my order. Over time, they remember me and address me by name when I stop by. I like to be able to show the employees the same respect.
Recently, I met a young barista named Xavier. I told him that I would remember his name by thinking of Xavier University. “My last name is a university, too,” he told me. “It’s Brown.”
Another fellow whom I have known for a couple of years is named Clinton (first name). I joked with him one day that with a name like that, he should go into politics. He agreed. “That’s probably a good idea. My last name is Rockefeller.”
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