It’s a new manager’s first day.
He’s been here a couple hours, but one of the other managers decides to give him an official tour of the facilities.
To my surprise — I am the first stop on the tour.
“And first — this here”, he says gesturing in my direction, “is Zero. Zero, this is Chris.”
“Hi Chris. Nice to meet you,” I smile. “Yes, I am a semi-permanent fixture here.”
“Nice to meet you… Yearo?”
“Zero. Like the number! If you’re ever in doubt, you can just read the sticker on my laptop.”
“Got it! I’m Chris. Big Chris.” (Chris is very tall and has a handshake like a bull. A hoofshake, if you will.)
Introductions out of the way, they proceed to the next stop on the tour, the outside patio section where Chris was introduced to the little black bird bread beggar gang (a flighty lot, that bunch).
Anyway, I must say, it’s kind of nice to be in a place where everybody knows your name.
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