I Suppose I'll Be Irish For You

Did somebody steal me lucky charms? Now picture an old guy saying that in an Irish accent and that's how a few of my customers talk to me at work. They think that because I sort of look Irish and my name is VERY Irish, well then golly gee! I must be Irish! HA! Nope, I don't even have an ounce of the Irish in me. I told these oldies from the start that I'm not Irish, but you know how oldies are sometimes. They can't remember anything. One guy even sings me an Irish song every time he sees me. He actually gets up out of the electric cart, put his hands on my counter, and wants me to hold hands with him. Yeah, it's kinda cute. Except for the fact that I almost have a phobia of touching things with my bare hands. Even people. It grosses me out. But, what am I supposed to say to a 90 year old man? I can't be mean to him, and it's not that I even want to be. Oh well. I get a kick out of these old men, no matter how much they can creep me out sometimes. So if it makes them happy thinking I'm Irish, well I guess that's ok with me.