I went grocery-shopping today. The checkout clerk picked up the head of garlic and looked at it quizzically. "What's this called?" she asked me. "Garlic," I said, and she nodded, as though it were a new and exotic name, like carambola or durian, for her to memorize. When she got to the ginger, we played the game all over again.
At least she didn't ask me what the bananas were.