Just Call Me PhLo
Dave and I went again to New Seasons for lunch today. I'm glad he introduced me to their food service area because I just thought New Seasons was a trendy, WAY-overpriced grocery store. It turns out they have magnificent vittles. There is a lengthy vegetable bar where you can create your own Hot Wok (similar to Mongolian Grill/Barbecue restaurants) or salad. The grandiose vegetable selection makes for very tasty plates.
Today the lady filled out my little order form and asked for my name. After several tries at making myself more clear, she ended up writing on the sheet "Phio". I tried to correct her by saying, "with an L". After several attempts at spelling my name, letter by letter, I gave up. It didn't really matter because I could figure out who they were trying to call, as long as it started with an "F" or "Ph" sound.