At work today, I came across a woman whose first name was Rosetta. I said to the lady who sits across from me, “This lady’s first name is Rosetta. Wouldn’t it be funny if her last name was Stone?”

“…?”

“You know, like the Rosetta Stone.”

“…?”

“It’s that stone with all the writing on it that shows how to translate Egyptian hieroglyphs into ancient Greek or whatever.”

“Oh. I’ve never heard of that.”

“You’d know it if you saw it. Here.” I sent her an e-mail with some pics from a quick Google search. “Look familiar?”

“No.”

“Uhh, okay.”

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[edit:] After reading this blog entry, Crystin reminded me of a conversation I had at a different job, a bunch of years ago:

Me, to Person 1:

“Ohmygosh, I went to the Chinese Garden for the first time today. It was amazing. Have you been there?”
“No. What is it?”
“Uhhhh. . .it’s a garden, built in the classical Chinese style. With the stone walls and the teahouse and the pond and all that. Beautiful.”
“Oh. Well, my kids did this funny thing today–”

Me, to person 2:

“Hey, I went to the Chinese Garden today.”
“What’s that?”
“You know, downtown. It’s been in the paper for months. . .? Just opened up. . .? Anyway, it’s awesome; I recommend it.”
“Hunh. I never heard of that.”
“Oh, okay.”

Me, to person 3:

“Hey, I went to the Chinese Garden today.”
“Oh, I don’t like sushi.”
“No, it’s not a restaurant, it’s a garden. THE Chinese Garden. Downtown.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that.”
“Well, it’s kinda new. Anyway, it’s a classical-style Chinese garden, built in Suzhou then taken apart by hand and shipped over here and put back together. Really beautiful and amazing.”
“I never heard of that.”

Me, to person 4 :

“Sure is busy today, huh?”