First time for everything

Was making restaurant reservations last night.

The professionally pleasant young woman on the phone asked for my last name. I told her.

She then requested my first name. “Paul,” I said.

“Is that with a C?” she inquired.

Not sure where to go from there, I went ahead and spelled my name for her. Can’t remember having to do that before. Ever.

I don’t want to rush to judgment before all the facts are in. But I have a sneaking suspicion Beatlemania has begun to subside.

To say nothing of the New Testament.

But who knows. Maybe there are a lot of guys in Spokane named Caul. Or Call. It wouldn’t shock me, though I might be surprised to learn that any of them are old enough to be phoning restaurants.