That’s not my Name

As a kid, I hated my name because it was uncommon. I was the only Celia my friends and I knew at the time and it bothered me (felt like the oddling). Today as I was walking down the isles of the only sorry excuse of a grocery store I have near my place, I came across one of many perks I have discovered over the years about having an unusual name: it doesn’t get used very often.

On the down side… Julie has wings and I don’t.