Apparently a mother and her five-year-old daughter, whose name is “Abcde,” were boarding a Southwest flight and one of the staff made fun of the name.
While I question the advisability of saddling an innocent child with a name that is sure to cause inconvenience, the employee certainly should have kept his feelings to himself.
I sympathize with the employee a little, though. Years ago I dropped my son at a hotel daycare facility, and I overhead a mom calling her small daughter “Dallas,” which for some reason struck me as a funny name. Standing in the taxi queue with my husband so we could go off to do grown-up sight-seeing, I reported my amusement. “Do you think she has a brother named ‘Houston’?” I sniggered.
The woman in front of us in line whirled around and shot me a withering look. Oopsy, I guess that was Dallas’s mom. I had not known she was right there, and I certainly didn’t intend for her to overhear me. My bad.
In retrospect I don’t even know why I thought the name was so amusing. It’s a lot less of a burden than the name “Abcde,” that’s for sure.