A Waitress Named Raisin

My sister works in public health
I work in public education

We hear a lot of weird names

We like texting them to each other:
I have a new client whose son's name is Marco Polo
Marco! Polo! 

That's awesome I text back
Perhaps he'll summon ancient memories of his adventures on the Silk Road

A few weeks back I'd texted her one:
There's a new student at my school named Gorgeous!
J texts back the inevitable: Is she?
She's just okay.

And so on.

So when I arrive before my friend at the breakfast place
I decide to get seated and order coffee

"Hi! my server enthuses, "My name is Raisin!"

I make a note to send that one to my sister.

When my friend arrives I whisper "Our server's name is Raisin!"
He laughs. That's weird.

She comes back to take our order, once again sharing her name.

Once she is out of sight, my friend breaks the news to me gently:

Her name is RAVEN, not Raisin.

I laugh. What else can I do?
Like my pragmatic sister is fond of saying
It's only going to get worse from here.