Eccentric?

So, I forgot to mention the following story about when we went to the DMV to register our new car. As we sat, waiting for our turn, there was a mix up of numbers so a guy that was supposed to have his turn sat back down next to us. I had seen the guy earlier and made a few assumptions about him. He was younger (probably 18-20) and had a number of piercing/other body modifications. We struck up a conversation with him and he, naturally, asked what Topher's name was. Now, we typically tell strangers that we'll never meet again that Topher's name is Christopher, without mentioning "Topher" at all, as it just tends to cause unnecessary confusion. Assuming that this hip dude could probably handle it, however, I decided that I would just go with "Topher." Much to our shock, his response was "That's eccentric." This from the guy who can't walk through a metal detector without setting it off. Things went downhill from there when he, likely trying to gain a foothold, asked what Topher's middle name was. I'm pretty sure his mind exploded when we told him that it was just the letter "C", not standing for anything. The conversation pretty much died there and I think he was pretty happy to finally be able to get to the counter soon thereafter.

While I'm here, Megan wanted me to mention that she has now made her personal blog private, but not in an attempt to keep anyone out (unless you count creepy weirdo's). So, just post your email address or drop her a line and she'll be more than happy to add you to the list.

And because my momma taught me that you should never update your blog without posting a picture, here is a double shot of cuteness:

Eccentric