Stupid X-rays

I didn't get to exercise at all today because I had to get stupid X-rays taken instead. Like 7000 of them.

So I ask about whether I can still breastfeed after I get shot full of iodine, and they have to look it up, but then the lady says, yes, I can.

Then she asks about my baby. How old is he? Boy or girl? What's his name? Roland?

A puzzled look. She clearly wants an explanation for the unusual name. So I explain.

I named him after the Chanson de Roland, which was the first epic written in the French vernacular....

I get a blank look. This is not the explanation she wanted. She is not comfortable with the word "vernacular."

Each and every time I have an experience like this, I start to feel very alone.