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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]
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