My last name is “Champagne.”
Yes, it is the same as the drink. Yes, it is spelled just like the drink.
For whatever reason, people get really excited about my name -especially women.
One day at work I needed some help with an internet application from a team that is located at another site. I sent my request via email and received a reply back from a female colleague we will call “Jenny Smith.”
After a few exchanges, Jenny was able to help me solve my problem. I shot her a reply letting her know I was now good and my issue was solved and thanked her for her help.
She replied with “No problem – by the way I really like your last name.”
Here was my mistake. Perhaps I am too nice. Perhaps I wasn’t thinking. Either way, I immediately regretted this decision. In attempt to be cordial, I replied and thanked her for the compliment and told her to have a good weekend.
That should have been the last of it. But it wasn’t. I got this reply back, “Oh, I will” and Jenny Smith signed her name “Jenny Champagne” along with a smiley face.
At that moment, I sat dumbfounded at my computer and envisioned myself in the movie Fatal Attraction with the knowledge that if I had a bunny, Jenny was surely boiling it.