One of my pet peeves is when someone is telling me a story about another person that I’ve never met and they spend most of the time trying to remember their name. “What was her name?? Ummm….I think it was Linda….or…wait…no it was Lynette. Yes, Lynette Jones. No wait….Lynette Smith. Lynette Jones was a girl in my 5th grade class. I’m pretty sure her last name was Smith. Wait…no…she got a divorce later that year so she went back to her maiden name of ummm….what was it?? Ummm….”
By that time I’m like…okay, can we get on with the story or does her name play an important role?
One of my pet peeves is when someone is telling me a story about another person that I’ve never met and they spend most of the time trying to remember their name. “What was her name?? Ummm….I think it was Linda….or…wait…no it was Lynette. Yes, Lynette Jones. No wait….Lynette Smith. Lynette Jones was a girl in my 5th grade class. I’m pretty sure her last name was Smith. Wait…no…she got a divorce later that year so she went back to her maiden name of ummm….what was it?? Ummm….”
By that time I’m like…okay, can we get on with the story or does her name play an important role?