"Sexy, Your Order Is Ready."

While cleaning out my desk earlier today, I was reminded of something I've been meaning to post. At the local Baja Fresh, where I've dined at least once a week over the past few years, it goes something like this:


"Your name please", she says.

"It's Casey, that's See, Aye, Ess, Eee, Why. Casey," I say as loudly and succinctly as I can.

"Ok, Casey, thank you. Your order should be up in five to seven minutes," she says.

Here's all the variations on my name that they've come up with:

Kaycy
Cassie
Casi
Kassy
Kayse
Cassil
Caycy
Keyyssi
Cassy
Cescy

It's the last one that gives us the great story. "Cescy," or as I would read, "Seskee." But no, that's not how they say it. With the place packed to the gills, I sat and waited for them to call me. Then it came.

"Sexy, your order is ready. Sexy."

The place shut down. Everyone began laughing and looking around for "Sexy". Including me. Then it dawned on me. I'm Sexy. And my order is ready. Oh well, could be worse. So Sexy got up from his seat, moved over to the counter and picked up his burrito. As I reached the counter it was dawning on a few of them, and the girl that belted out "Sexy" over the loudspeaker was rather embarrased.

I said, "I'm Sexy."