Science fiction, fantasy, mystery and what-not
Calvin is a local barista. He* dyed his hair pink last week. For the past several days, his name tag has Charlotte on it.
My brain reacted, “Charlotte? Really?”
Then it said, “Charlotte. Okay.”
His name is Charlotte, and my name is Michael. It’s that simple.
*While some people specify their pronouns on their name tags, I’ve not seen anything on Charlotte’s name tag.
Does it sadden you when you think you know someone, and you recommend a book, movie, restaurant, or something, and then ask them about it later, and they say, “Well, it was okay?”
Yes, bums me. The converse is true, too, when someone recommends something to me because they think I’ll really like it, and I don’t .
Michael Seidel, writer 