A conversation I had in English with a cashier at a garage over the weekend.
*I approach the check-out counter where the cashier has already written out a receipt for the brake parts I got changed*
Cashier: Um... What.... is.... my name?
Me: (Look for a name tag and find none) Sorry?
Cashier: (Picks up a pen and holds it expectantly over my receipt) What is my name?
Me: (Am I supposed to guess?) Uhh...
Cashier: (Smiles expectantly at me)
Me: (Sudden realization) Oh, MY name??? (I point to myself)
Cashier: Yes. My name. (Nods excitedly and smiles) What is my name?
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