Reservations

Last week Mike and I went on a date to a restaurant that only seated by reservation. So Mike went by the restaurant earlier in the day to make the reservation (easier than the phone, or so we thought). When the hostess asked Mike his name, he said, "Michael." So the lady wrote down "Michaels." The lady went on to ask Mike his first name. Knowing it would take too much energy to explain that Michael IS his first name and extra brainpower and energy to explain why his last name sounds German but he's an American, Mike very quickly and confidently responded with "John." Mike came home and told me our reservations are under the name "John Michaels." I thought it was so hilarious. He said John was the first name that popped in his head when he was asked. I'm glad he didn't respond with George.