Jorge likes it cold

Jorge
Everyday near the St Paul campus, there is a young gentleman who dashes at the last minute from the car he just parked to catch my bus. Usually he makes it and then sits behind me a few rows. I've always called him Jorge, but I also want to know what his real name is. Today he sat directly in front of me on the sideways seats and I noticed his name badge well hung in the crotch-al region of his body. It was tough to read the badge and I didn't want to stare, but I also wanted to know his name.... I'm afraid I stared too long and still didn't find out his name... and you can't just ask for the name after an encounter like that....

Likes it Cold
I just finished a bottle of Ceasar dressing and wanted to put more on my salad, but my only other bottle was warm. I can't handle warm Ceasar dressing. The flavor changes and I would rather eat nearly-plain lettuce than break open a warm bottle of Ceasar dressing.