I recently joined a new gym. I dig the joint because it has a lot of free weights, machines, and areas to lift. But there’s something that weirds me out.

Two of the handful of folks who work at the front desk greet me by my first name. One person says, “Hey, Matt,” when I scan in. If that individual is not on duty, but the other culprit is on duty, I’m hit with a “Hi, Matthew.”

I like my name and take no issue with personal greetings. However, I’ve never introduced myself to those cats, and, as a witness said during a homicide trial I attended, they don’t know me “from a can of paint.”

Therefore, keep my name out your mouth unless we’ve met and exchanged names!