Being In Your 40s And Having A Cheerleader Name
Bartender (who is blonde, 21 and perky): Hi Ms. Tracy.
Me: Umm, hi. May I have a beer?
Bartender: Sure. (Reaches into the cooler and hands me the elixir of liquid bread.)
Me: Thank you. (Very depressed after a bad day earlier this week.)
Bartender: I like your name. I was in a play called Disco Party in high school and that was my name in the part.
Me: Umm, thank you.
Bartender: That was two years ago. I remember it like it was yesterday.Your name is so 1977. Just like disco.
Me: (now she has my attention) Huh?
Bartender: I like old-fashioned, old-timey names.
Me: Check please.
Note to parents. Do not give your child a name that is so cutesy when your 12 and isn’t so cutesy when you are growing a soul patch damning the menopause Gods because a Goddess wouldn’t give women menopause. This is a true story. I wish I were kidding.
Just saying.
Inspired by Aunt B.
Perky’s are beyond annoying. They should be caged until they de-perk.
take it from me: at least your name doesn’t include Martha — it’s a lot fun having a grandmother type name when you’re under 50
Also, don’t name your daughter after a line of wedding dresses without expecting her to turn into a mega-bitch anytime someone asks her, “So, are you dating anyone? Met any nice Jewish boys in law school?”
fucking seriously! Old fashioned old timey name??? That’s story is too damn funny and you should tell it on Letterman!
today some little equally-perky chicky-doo in p-town was talking about that song “wake me up before you go-go” and said that it was by the b-52’s.
i made the mistake of correcting her to wham.
perky should be outlawed
“Tracy” is “old fashioned” now?
Kill me now, please.