My last name
Growing up with my last name it's just more than frustrating. I work with many people who's last names have twice as many vows as the number of letters in my entire name, yet I am the one who has to put up with Mr. Ning, Mr. Nu, Mr. None, Mr. oh they misspelled it, let me add y-u-e... No! I am not Vietnamese!
I mean, every time I walk up to the counter:
SR: What's your last name?
Like she knows how to spell it...
ME: N-G
SR: What?
Which part you didn't hear? The N or the G!
ME: N-G
SR: How to spell that?
How to spell that! She wants to know how to spell N-G, what's next, what's 9-1-1's number?
ME: N-G, N for Nancy, G for George
SR: Got it, N-A-N-C...
ME: No! It's not Nancy George! It's just N, G.
SR: And how do you pronounce that?
Me: Just give me my ticket and stop pretending you care.
Labels: grief
1 Comments:
I hear you!
Patrick
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