Do you like your name? Does it fit you? My friends and I used to play a game where we’d come up with alternate names for each other. Jamie looked like a Karen, and so forth. I’ve known people who say they never get along with people named Kyle. And people who’ve said all their friends named Anne ended up teachers. It’s a strange thing to consider.
The other day, I went to the bank for a roll of quarters. It usually takes about two minutes—I’m in, hand over my debit card, receive laundry money, and head out the door. But for some reason, the teller at the bank took a special interest in my name.
Her: Cecily*. I like that name!
Me: Thanks, money lady!
Her: Like Cicely Tyson, the famous actress.
Me: Uh huh, uh huh.
Her: You know, that sounds like a pie to me.
Me: [Blank stare] What . . . sounds like a pie?
Her: Your name! You could own a pie shop with that name! Cecily’s pies.
Me: Oh, yeah. Heh. I like pie.
Her: And you could sell all kinds of pies. Chocolate pies, strawberry pies, pecan pies. All kinds.
Me: What about Key Lime?
Her: No, not Key Lime. You should open a pie shop though.
Me: Yeah. I think I will. [I definitely won’t.]
Her: Promise me.
Her: Promise me you’ll open a pie shop and call it “Cecily’s Pies.”
Me: Can I have my quarters?
Her: PROMISE ME!
Me: I PROMISE!
*She actually mispronounced my name for the entire conversation. Called me “Sicily.”
Apparently, the name "Cecily" screams "pie shop." What do you think your name says about you?