Walking back to my car after a venture into the maws of the After-Christmas sale mania, two elderly ladies were pointing at my license plate (which bears my name, a puzzling but endearing gift from my husband when we bought the car) and vigorously engaged in a discussion about it.
Here's what I imagine they must have been saying:
"What kind of name is that ? How does he pronounce it? "
"I wonder if the JA is pronounced 'HA' or 'YA'"
"Do you think it sounds Middle-Eastern? Perhaps we should be careful about this..."
By which time, I opened the doors with a flick of the remote and they looked up to see me approaching, shopping bag in hand.
Elderly lady 1: " Oh, is this your car? I was saying to X here that it looked exactly like hers"
Elderly lady 2: " I had a Camry too."
Me: "Really? You had a green Camry exactly like mine ?"
Elderly lady 2: "Yes, had it for 15 years."
Me: "Well, mine's a 10 year old car." Getting in the car, "Bye now and have a good day."
Ladies walk off with an expression of guilty relief
"That was a close one- do you think she suspects what we were actually discussing?"