I got new glasses this week, and I can’t stop talking about them. See them? They are extra, extra cool. Thus, they are making me extra cool. It’s like I’ve catapulted into a whole new stratosphere. I almost can’t stand it.
Anyway, I ordered my uber awesome specs last Saturday, and a sales person who wasn’t even helping me was ooing and aaahing and making a big deal about how amazing my glasses were. In my head, I was like yeah, lady, I know. It’s your job to tell me that. But on the other hand, she had a point. The glasses rocked the house! Who was I to argue?
So on Tuesday when I got the call that my glasses were ready, I couldn’t wait to stop in the store on my way home from work. I mean, who wants to delay new levels of coolness in their life? Not me! I was there in a jiffy.
When I walked in the store, the same sales lady – the one who wasn’t the one who helped me – was there and she exclaimed (exclaimed, I tell you), “Jennifer! I’ll be right with you!” I’ll admit, I was a little surprised that she remembered my name and when she made her way to me, I told her as much. And she said, “Of course I remember you. You ordered those super cool purple glasses!” (Apparently, they are the talk of the town.)
OK, so enough about the glasses. I think I’ve made my point about them. But what I want to say is this: As I drove home, feeling all self-satisfied and thinking about what I could wear the next day to draw maximum attention to my newest accessory, it occurred to me that the simple act of remembering and then saying someone’s name is still one of the most validating experiences in life. I live in a sea of Jennifers; they loom everywhere and turn up both in broad daylight and the dark, seedy corners of my life. And yet, if you want to make me feel noticed, all you really need do is remember and say my name. I’m going to make a point to remember that, so that I can make sure the people around me feel noticed, too.