My name's not Missy

This is just a quick follow up to what I wrote yesterday. The other night one of the guys I work with was getting ready to leave after his shift was over. As he was walking past the registers and headed for the doors he waved at me and said, "Have a good night, Missy." Well, my name's not Missy. I smiled and (trying not too laugh) I said, "You too." I thought it was funny that I had been feeling bad about not knowing people's names at work and here was a guy I work with who didn't know my name. It made me feel a little less guilty and I'm glad it's not just me!