Accidental Nickname
Nicknames never stick with me. For awhile a friend of mine called me "Doc" but that was more an attempt on his part to convince us to call him "Sigma." Neither caught on. A few of my uncles call me "Luke," and so does some guy who lived in my dorm freshman year. Imagine my surprise at cultivating an accidental nickname for myself.
"And what, pray tell, is an accidental nickname?" you might ask if you were a pretentious douchebag like myself.
Well, it's not really a nickname, it's just that the people who use it are mistaken about my name. At least they're close. See two of the cute Irish girls at work (there are about four or five cute Irish girls working at Marini's for the summer) have taken to calling me "Luka." I'm not entirely sure why they think this is my name, I guess they just misheard the first time or something. In any case, they've been calling me Luka long enough that I'd feel awkward correcting them, so I guess I'll just let them keep at it.
Also, I've decided to name the taffy wrapping machine Gertrude or Whirlin' Gertie.
"And what, pray tell, is an accidental nickname?" you might ask if you were a pretentious douchebag like myself.
Well, it's not really a nickname, it's just that the people who use it are mistaken about my name. At least they're close. See two of the cute Irish girls at work (there are about four or five cute Irish girls working at Marini's for the summer) have taken to calling me "Luka." I'm not entirely sure why they think this is my name, I guess they just misheard the first time or something. In any case, they've been calling me Luka long enough that I'd feel awkward correcting them, so I guess I'll just let them keep at it.
Also, I've decided to name the taffy wrapping machine Gertrude or Whirlin' Gertie.