Sometimes Good People Write Bad Checks
We could see the records the manager was scanning. I was holding my stomach trying not to laugh because I had seen why my wife thought she saw her own name: it was an entry for a neighbor just a few houses away from us with a very similar name. Because it went by quickly, my wife thought it was hers.
The manager reopened the lookup. “No, you aren’t here,” she said again.
My dear wife looked surprised and hurt, and I was stifling myself behind her. The manager looked at her, looked at me, and finally said:
“You aren’t SUPPOSED to be on that list!”