When Butter is on shift there is a steady stream of women who come up to talk with him. He is always polite, cordial with them except for this one woman. He calls her Misty. I know it can't be her name- how many grungy looking African-American women have you ever run into called Misty?
One day I ask and Butter laughs.
"Her name is Uttamandelfa." He says. I give him the look I reserve for freshmen.
"I ain't kidding you." Butter says. "Apparently her real name is something like Lydia or Laura but she wanted an African name, so she made that one up."
"Oh."
"But I call her Misty because she is always misty-eyed."
"I don't get it." I reply.
"She smokes lots of dope man." He says in exasperation. "She's a dopehead."
"A stoner?"
"No shit."
"Wow."
"You said it man."
"So why don't you call her Stoner then?"
"I don't want to be cruel man."
One day I ask and Butter laughs.
"Her name is Uttamandelfa." He says. I give him the look I reserve for freshmen.
"I ain't kidding you." Butter says. "Apparently her real name is something like Lydia or Laura but she wanted an African name, so she made that one up."
"Oh."
"But I call her Misty because she is always misty-eyed."
"I don't get it." I reply.
"She smokes lots of dope man." He says in exasperation. "She's a dopehead."
"A stoner?"
"No shit."
"Wow."
"You said it man."
"So why don't you call her Stoner then?"
"I don't want to be cruel man."
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