We all have them, coworkers that are spectacular at their jobs, but total imbeciles when it comes to common sense. Sometimes one doesn’t really see this until you talk to them in depth about something other than work.
Case in point……………Baby Kermit’s Son Mac. We talked a bit about our personal lives during a staff meeting. I normally don’t join in because I don’t like to divulge info about my private life. Like how drank my weight in white wine spritzers during the holidays, or how I almost killed my soon to be ex-sister in law. Or how I almost got into a fight at Walmart with a woman who was clearly going through a mid-life crisis wearing a short ruched party dress, a fake white fur coat (not in El Paso, don’t even….) and some trashy lace high heels because she was arguing with the cashier that the ugly ass lipstick colors she was buying said they were on special. She was holding up the line, and the self-check outs were packed to the gills. This lady had to have been 65 or more, and dressing like she thought she was still in her 20’s…ugh but that’s a post for another time.
But that day something Baby Kermit said just struck something within me, like a mental thunderbolt. She was talking about how she spent her holidays and then mentioned that one of her son’s names was Mac. I didn’t think anything of it until our director asked her what his full name was. She said his name was Macnamara, and then Thing 1 asked “Like the tennis player?” And she said “No, just Macnamara” I wasn’t paying too much attention to the conversation up until that point when she said her son’s name was Macnamara. Which to me is quite odd for a Hispanic/Latino/Mexican person to name their son.
Then Thing 1 persisted, and asked Baby Kermit why they had chosen Macnamara as a name for their son. Baby Kermit looked at Thing 1 almost as if to imply the question itself was stupid. She responded with “My husband had always wanted a son named Mac.” So, I, being the astute person I am asked her “So why would you name him Macnamera?” She looked at me kind of confused and said “What else would his name be if we wanted to call him Mac?” I took a sip of my coffee and said “Maybe you should have named him Makenzie, Mac for short. That way he wouldn’t have to go through life constantly explaining the reason why he was named after a tennis player.” She looked at me……in stunned silence, I could see the wheels turning in her empty head as she thought about what I had just said. I feel for that kid, really I do because he’s now 19 years old. That’s like someone wanting to name their kid Jack, and then finding out the dumbasses named him Jack In The Box instead of John……*facepalm*
I got up from the conference table and left, all the while thinking to myself, Cheesus Crust I work with some stupid ass people!
Until next time remember, chin up, soldier on and watch your back!
The Huntress 915