I almost got kicked out a wedding for wearing a nametag.
Let me explain.
I was eating an appetizer, minding my own business. When out of nowhere, the bride noticed me and started marching in my direction. And she was wearing her crazy face.
“Why are you wearing a nametag to my black tie wedding?”
“Oh, I’m Jason’s friend. I always wear a nametag.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“That’s so weird. Wait a minute. Have you heard about that guy who wears a nametag all the time?”
It could be someone else, right?
Meanwhile, my friends are trying not to spit out their drinks.
“Well, as far as I know, I’m the only person in the world doing this. Is it possible that I’m the guy you heard about?”
“Oh trust me Scott – it’s not you. This guy is crazy. I even heard a rumor that he has a nametag tattooed on his chest.”
What would you have done in this situation?
And so, in the middle of her own wedding, I unbuttoned my tuxedo shirt and said:
“You mean he’s got a tattoo like this?”
In eleven years, that may have been the funniest reaction I’ve seen.
Poor girl. The color of her face matched her dress.
But I started thinking to myself – as security dragged me away – that running through her mind was one of two thoughts:
1. That guy is committed.
2. That guy should be committed.
I’ll let you decide which one.
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Scott Ginsberg
That Guy with the Nametag
Author, Speaker, Publisher, Artist, Mentor
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