Tuesday, June 3, 2014

The Name Game

Yesterday Evan sent me an urgent text message. 

He was standing in line at the O'Hare airport when he saw someone.  I'm sure he tried just a little bit not to look like a total creeper as he ever so casually raised his phone to snap the photo, but desperate times.....well, you know.

Here's what followed when I got the message on my phone:



I realize the photo is teeny-tiny here, but I'm pretty sure I nailed it!  This is something that Evan and I do a lot.  He is terrible with names and I seem to have a knack for them.  He will give me some sort of obscure hint like, "What was the name of that guy in the movie we saw with the movie with that one chick?"  More often than not, a short yet strategic line of questioning will unearth the answer we seek.

Me:  "The one we saw in the theater?"
Evan:  "No, we have it on TV.  Or Netflix."
Me:  "Did he have an accent?"
Evan:  "Yes."
Me:  "Gerard Butler."
Evan:  "Thaaaaank you.  Yes."

five minutes later

Evan:  "So does that guy do it for you?"
Me:  "He's Irish.  Of course he does."

And so on.

I'm just glad to be of help.




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