Pavlovian responses

Today I drove a friend to a doctor appointment. While she was meeting with her doctor, I hung out in the waiting area.

You know how the receptionists call out a patient’s name when they need him or her to go up to the front desk? One name I heard in that office today was “Marco.”

I almost shouted out “Polo!” before I realized what I was doing and stopped myself. Whew!

(The Marco in question was a teenager who must surely get this sort of thing from his peers all the time. So I was double glad I didn’t say anything!)

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