The story of my yellow pants.

My coworkers and I frequent a Jimmy Johns near the station. They know us. They know our names and orders. Its fine. No judgment.

I haven’t been to the Jimmy Johns in a long time because I’ve been trying to eat healthy and eat at home. But today I was running late and decided I would grab some Jimmy Johns for lunch. my coworker and I went into the restaurant, got our lunch, and left. We chatted with 1 of the guys that we know that works there. For some reason he always calls me Rachel, and then he remembers that my name is Melissa.

This afternoon one of my other coworkers called Jimmy Johns to have them delivered to the station. When he was on the phone to them the man asked if Melissa was there and was wearing yellow pants. My co-worker confirmed that I was wearing yellow pants and said yes. He said to tell Melissa he was sorry he had called her Rachel earlier. My coworker relayed the message. We all got a good chuckle out of that story.

I found it funny that he remembered several hours later that he called me by the wrong name AND that I was wearing yellow pants!

but the best part? I don’t know the Jimmy Johns man’s name! and I like to tease him for not remembering mine!

Whoops! 😉