I have a coworker who recently got me hooked on the show Psych. If you haven't seen it, go watch it now. It's hilarious. Anyway, this coworker is an awesome guy - the kind of person you like working with, because he's competent, responsible, and friendly. We'll call him Drake.
Drake works as an Alley Coordinator in the kitchen. Frequently, when I'm in the alley preparing salads or otherwise getting ready to walk food, if the restaurant is not too busy, we'll chat. Or banter. Banter's probably a better word, because he's like the Gus to my Shawn. But I'm not calling him Gus; he's Drake. Except for this one time.
We were talking while I prepped some drinks to go out, and the topic of conversation happened to be alter egos. Suddenly, an anecdote overtook him and he was swept into the winds of narration:
Drake: So, this one time, a camper at this old camp I used to work at had the best name. Darby McFadden. How awesome is that?
Calvin: Uh. It's awesome?
Drake: What? I think it's GREAT!
Calvin: Seriously? I wouldn't name my child Darby, especially with the last name McFadden; I might get arrested for child abuse on the first day of grade school.
Drake: No, not for an actual name. I mean, the kid was pretty cool, but I was talking about a character name. That should totally be my alter ego.
Calvin: Sure! Only to spare the ego part of your alter ego, I'll just call you Darb. It's only one syllable and is closer to your real name. On the other hand... if you rearrange the letters you get 'drab', and you're not a drab guy.
Drake: Aw, thanks dude. But yes, I am.
Calvin: No, you're not. But this argument is. Whaaaat?!
*Cue fistbump*
The people I work with frequently make the workday more fun. Thanks for being awesome, Darb. Er...Drake. =)
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