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                 What's a vacation without a bit of surealism?
                                        
It seems I only have these odd encounters when on vacation [1]. I was walking
towards the lobby of the hotel as half a dozen people, probably early 20s,
maybe, were walking the other way. The one in front stops, and asks me
directly, “What's your first name?” 

I notice he's wearing a name tag attached to a lanyard, and in large bold
letters is his name: XXX. 

“Sean,” I say. “I see your name is—” 

“And what's your last name?” he blurts out before I can finish.

“Conner.” 

“Cool! What's your middle name?” 

“Patrick.” 

“Thanks.” And the group starts walking down the hall.

It was then I noticed the familiar yellow of a school bus through the front
door of the lobby.

[1] gopher://gopher.conman.org/0Phlog:2018/07/05.2

Email Sean Conner at sean@conman.org

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