Justin Had A Dressing Named After Him

(I am the customer here, and about 16 years old. I have fallen asleep in the car during a family trip, and my family wakes me up as we stop as a popular sandwich chain in an unfamiliar town to get lunch. The girl behind the counter is about my age, and we’re about halfway done making my sandwich and making small talk while I am half-asleep.)

Employee: *what I hear* “Do you know Justin?”

Me: “No, I don’t; I’m not from around here.”

(My parents laugh, and she gives me a weird look, but proceeds to make the rest of my sandwich. I sit down with the rest of my family and start eating.)

Mom: “I think that girl was eyeing you up for a second there.”

Me: “What? Really?”

Mom: “Yeah, until she asked you if you wanted dressing and you said you weren’t from here.”

Me: *screaming internally* “I thought she asked me if I knew Justin!”