I should have known something like this would happen on September 11th, but I never would have expected it to happen to my very own friend, Sagar Gajendragadkar.
At about 11:45 AM, our foursome walked up to the window at Bethpage Golf Course to pay for our 12:30 PM tee time. When Sagar, who had reserved the time, handed the woman (white, mid-40s) his driver license, the following exchange ensued:
Woman (examining license): Wow, your name really is a mouthful!
Sagar (uncomfortably): Um, yeah...I get that a lot...
Woman: Yeah, you know I really feel sorry for your kids. It's too bad they have to have your name.
(Long awkward silence)
Woman (finally feeling a little sheepish): Well, you don't have kids though, right? Enjoy your round boys!
When we reached the first tee, the starter asked us for four names:
Starter: Ok, so that's Rich, Dan, Jason, and Sagar. Hmm, Sagar...is that Irish?