...would be just as confused. Trust me.
I went by the store to grab a half-gallon of ice cream, right? As Mike and I are checking out, I see the cashier's nametag out of the corner of my eye, and my eye's corner gasps. Chastity? There's an outdated, Puritanical name, I muse.
It's Chasity. Never mind. I wonder if maybe, somewhere along the line, someone just couldn't spell.