I wouldn't say that

Saga of the little old lady wearing pink at Panera Bread.
Got flair?

In cafe. Cashier swipes my card. Then looks at it.

“Your real name is Zero?”
“Yes. It really is.”
“Your parents were creative.”

There is a sort of awkward silence and she registers what I’ve said.

And then she looks up, “And no one ever picked on you about your name?”