That’s Cricket. No kidding, that’s her name. I love it.
Cricket introduced herself to me the other day at the Dewey Truck. One of the fun things about this job is that I get to know literally 1,000s of new names every week.
The second day I saw Cricket she was paying with a credit card, and I noticed it didn’t say anything about Cricket. I thought I’d been played. But she told me her Grandmother wouldn’t allow the name on her birth certificate or something, that’s plausible. Can’t say my grandparents were psyched about my name.
Cricket, I think you know that somebody with a name like “Ayr” isn’t making fun of you here. I think your name is fantastic. You’re up there with Dragon and Yoda (both MIT customers).