Friday, June 15, 2007


Conversation 1
With checkout girl at supermarket:

Girl looks at Honour

Girl: "How old is she?"
Me: Eight.

I load a few more bags into the cart. Brain catches up with mouth.

Me: Months. Eight MONTHS, I mean.
Me: She'd be really short for an eight year old.

Conversation 2
With shop assistant at Pumpkin Patch:

Girl looks at Honour

Girl: What's her name?
Me: Honour.
Girl: What does it mean?
Me: Umm, (sometimes people think it's Ona) It's spelled H.O.N.O.U.R.
Girl: Yes. What does it mean?
Me: (I look at her to see - please God - if she's being sarcastic. But nope)
Me: Ummm Honour? It means, uh, honour.
Girl: (Looks blank)
Me: It means to respect, to love, to, er, honour.
Girl: (Smiles) That's a nice name.
Me: Uh, thanks.


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