Hope Darby Writings

I’ve been told that I seem to attract the weirdest people in the world. I don’t necessarily think that’s true, but I do tend to come across the most unusual folks and have the oddest encounters of anyone I know.

Here’s one for you all. A work of total non-fiction, coming up!

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I was at Books-A-Million, buying a few writing magazines. Ventured to the check-out line, and waited for the lady in front of me to finish up. Early to mid-forties, rather dumpy, very bland clothes, she was buying a copy of “The Secret,” like all good lower-middle-class American house fraus are supposed to do nowadays. The cashier fellow asks for her B-A-M card, and she says she doesn’t have it with her. So she gives her phone number, he pulls it up in the computer, and says, “Are you Susan Burchess?” (or something like that last name)

She says, “Yes. Well, I was, but I’ve changed my name.”

He says, “No problem, I can change that in the computer right now. What’s your new last name?”

She replies, “No, I changed my first and last names. Both of them.”

He just nods, and waits for her to tell him her new name.

She says, “Yellow.”

He asks, “Huh?”

She repeats, “Yellow.”

Looking very confused and as if he can feel his leg being tugged upon, the guy says, “Yeah, sure, and is your first name Canary?” with a grin and a chuckle, thinking she’s joking.

She pulls out her driver’s license, shows it to him, and says, “My new name is Yellow.”

Sure enough.

Yellow.

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I suppose if Prince can do it, why can’t Yellow?

Oy.