Went to a new cleaners today (my longtime place of preference, run by a freaky-in-a-good-way Korean family, was sadly empty and out of business over the weekend) to drop off some stuff before the trip. The Southwest Asian (maybe Middle Eastern) lady is writing down my name as I spell it for her.

She looks up and says “Sid?” I say “yes.” She says “Oh … are you Muslim?”

I’m not that well-versed in Muslim history, but I don’t know of any Sids popping up in the culture.

But I have decided to call myself Siddulah the Great when I ascend to the Afghan throne.