I believe in name tags. I liked being in the military where everyone wore one. So I never forgot anyone’s name. But even in the civilian world, name tags abound on the jerseys of kid soccer players, on the breasts of baggers, waitstaff and repairmen and at the windows of bank clerks.
I take time to read them and I take time to use them. When I see an unusual name, I will ask about it. It’s a small thing, calling people by their name, but it lets them know you DO think about them as people. Sometimes, it’s a bright spot in an otherwise gray day.
I believe in name tags. I liked being in the military where everyone wore one. So I never forgot anyone’s name. But even in the civilian world, name tags abound on the jerseys of kid soccer players, on the breasts of baggers, waitstaff and repairmen and at the windows of bank clerks.
I take time to read them and I take time to use them. When I see an unusual name, I will ask about it. It’s a small thing, calling people by their name, but it lets them know you DO think about them as people. Sometimes, it’s a bright spot in an otherwise gray day.