I am at Starbucks. There are two women at the table next to me, and one of them keeps telling a story about someone - her daughter, I've gathered - named Bailey.
She is using the name Bailey so heavily in her story, every other sentence or more, that I could no longer read my book and rushed myself over to Pandora.com, headphones in.
I am so unused to hearing my name, not in reference to me, in public. It is unnerving.