The Beauty of Art Today

I met a girl today and she actually told me her name was “Bancarrota” with a straight face no less.  I couldn’t believe it.  I’d sidled up to her at the bar and chatted her up, finding out she worked at a salon, lived a few blocks away, worked out, loved puppy dogs and Christmas, and all that stuff.  Then she told me her name was Bancarrota as if that were something completely ordinary to hear.  At first, I thought she was kidding.  She had to be, but then she just kept on talking.  I got her phone number and I called her to ask her to go to lunch tomorrow and she agreed so it’s not an elaborate joke.  Or if it is, I can’t tell what it is yet or what the point is.  I can’t think of any of my friends that would play such a joke on me and I doubt “Bancarrota” and her friends would play jokes like this on random strangers.  So I guess it is her real name.  What were her parents thinking?  That can’t be a nickname.  But so what?  She’s in shape and has a great smile even if she dyes her hair red.  Yeah, I’ve had some bad experiences with redheads before, but I’m overlooking that for now.