Recently I was ordering a personalized item for Ransom over the phone. This is how the horrible conversation went…
Operator: Rancid?
Me: No, RanSOM.
Operator: Ramsum?
Me: No, RaN. RanSOM. And som, like the sound of some, s-o-m-e
Operator: r-a-m? And then s-o-m-e? Ramsome.
Me: No, r-a-n. N.N.N. (along with her, getting frustrated). Not some, just like the sound of some, but just s-o-M.
Operator: Can, you please spell out his name each letter with a word for it?
Me: R as in rain. A as in aardvark. N as in… um, uh… negro. (inside my head: what on earth are you thinking???)
Operator: long, uncomfortable pregnant pause.
Me: long, uncomfortable pregnant pause.
Operator: uh, oooo —kay.
Me: S as in stupid. (because that’s what I was feeling). O as in… um, uh…ostrich? (oh my gosh, could this be going any worse?) M as in might.
Operator: oh, Ransom! oh. (as if disappointed)
Me: Yep, Ransom.
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Who says “n as in negro,” I mean seriously, what was going on in my head? She must have thought I was the biggest flaming racist stuck in the 60’s. I just couldn’t think of another “n” word. Reading too much Malcolm X I guess… 🙂