Thanks Hec, that's sweet to hear.
The actual stream of consciousness sequence went like this:
"Giants Celebrate Burrell's Last Game With Giants"
Aww, Burrell. Not with the Giants. Teaching.
Burrell and Mr. Burrell. Jane Austen. Love. Sideburns.
Burrell kidlets.
{affection}
Later, going to school...
Matilda: "Daddy, that's the new girl."
Me:
[To the parents]
"Hi, I'm David. This is my daughter Matilda.
[To Matilda's classmate]
"What's your name?"
Matilda's Classmate: "[Burrell's Real Name]
Me:
[internally]
Awwww.
For some reason, people think that my name is Debbie over the phone. I had to fight with the Comcast people when they misheard it, and I wanted them to change it.
I get the occasional Cindy. With my current cold, I kinda get it, but otherwise people need to clean out their ears.
For some reason, people think that my name is Debbie over the phone.
I've gotten that before. Although it was from the mom of the kids I babysat when I was 13. The other couple they went out with one night offered to take me home, and the mom of "my" family introduced me as Steffie. Only she had a really nasally voice, and the couple driving me home called me Debbie the whole way home.
Being 13 and with strangers, I didn't bother to correct them.
L'Shana Tova to those who celebrate!
I've never had any of the "As in...?" last name issues. As far as I have ever been able to tell, every person in the world who shares my last name is related to me.
Apparently a lot of people hear "Tommy" over the phone when I say my name. This is probably contributing to the ongoing phenomenon of people thinking they're talking to a guy. I rarely correct them, because it's not worth flustering them.
L'shana tova!!
People frequently think my name is Sam on the phone, due to the elision of my first and last names.
I used to get a lot of "Karen?" "Anne?" but Erin is a heck of a lot more common than it used to be.
Happy National Coffee Day, people!