Funny, you don’t look like a Nick

After a miraculous drive from Dayton to Cincy in 41 minutes (wow), I walked into my meeting at Palomino.

Now, whenever I meet someone at a restaraunt, the hostess usually knows who I am right away.

“Scott, right?”


“Your friends told me you’d be wearing a nametag. Right this way to table 75…”


She walked me over to the table where I was scheduled to meet a few potential clients for a meeting. (Now, keep in mind, I’d never met these people in person. I had no idea what they looked like. All I knew was who they worked for and their names.)

A well dressed man stood up with a big smile and a hand extended.

“Great to see you sir! Have a seat…” he said.

“Thanks so much for inviting me,” I replied. “It’s exciting to finally meet you in person.”

I took a sip of water.

“So,” he said, “Where’s Tom?”


“I don’t know,” I replied, “I thought the others were coming with you.”

“Oh. I thought they were coming with you…”

I tilted my head like a curious puppy. Dude. What the…?

“Wait. You’re Nick, right?” I asked.

“No. My name is Rajeesh. Aren’t you Dave?”

“Um, no,” I said as I pointed to my nametag. “I’m Scott.”

He looked at me like I was on crack.

After a few seconds of confusion, I nodded my head in realization.

“Yeah. I think I’m sitting at the wrong table.”

“Oh, ok. Goodbye Scott!”

I packed my stuff up and wished Rajeesh a good lunch. I made my way back to the hostess stand and said, “Excuse me, um, I think someone took me to the wrong table. I was supposed to me someone named Nick.”

“Didn’t Katie show you to table 90?”

“No. 75.”

“Oh, I’m sorry Scott. Your party is at table 90. Right this way.”

She led me to the right table. Laughing the whole way there, I finally sat down and greeted my (correct) party. When I told them the story, they got a kick out of it. A few minutes later, Katie came back to apologize.

About an hour later on the way out, I stopped by Rajeesh’s table. I handed him a “Scott’s Friend” card and said, “Nice meeting you!”

He laughed as I walked away. I heard one of the other guys at his table ask curiously, “Hey Raj, who was that guy?”

“I have no idea,” he said, “But I guess his name is Scott.”

Have you ever sat at the wrong table and not realized it?

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Scott Ginsberg
Author/Speaker/That Guy with the Nametag

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Scott Ginsberg
Author/Speaker/That Guy with the Nametag

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