No class today, but I went to the University for a lunchtime talk, a brown bag lunch. I stopped at Camille’s Sidewalk Cafe, a relatively new place on Craig St. to pick up a plastic bag lunch. Len and I ate here last week while we prepared for the brown bag lunch we are giving on Thursday about our Osher blog. Camille’s has free wi fi, making it a very attractive place to work, and the food is good. It’s also not a crowded as my favorite lunch place, Eatunique, down the street.
I gave my order to the pretty young South Asian woman who asked for my name to put on the receipt. In her ears, my very ordinary biblical name became Ruff. I’m sure that’s a long u. The young caucasian man who gave me my lunch called me Ruf, with a u as in up. Within 15 minutes I had a sandwich and two new names. I sympathize with the Asian woman. I would probably mangle her name even worse. I often meet an Indian woman at the art shows I attend. She has told me her name several times, but I cannot remember it. It’s probably a perfectly ordinary Indian name. The next time I run into her, I’ll ask her to write it down.