It seems I only have these odd encounters when on vacation [1]. I was walking towards the lobby of the hotel as half a dozen people, probably early 20s, maybe, were walking the other way. The one in front stops, and asks me directly, “What's your first name?”
I notice he's wearing a name tag attached to a lanyard, and in large bold letters is his name: XXX.
“Sean,” I say. “I see your name is—”
“And what's your last name?” he blurts out before I can finish.
“Conner.”
“Cool! What's your middle name?”
“Patrick.”
“Thanks.” And the group starts walking down the hall.
It was then I noticed the familiar yellow of a school bus through the front door of the lobby.