Consonant Reign
“What name should we call when your order is ready?”
“Aaron.”
“Eric?”
“No, Aaron.”
“Darren, ok.”
“No, AARON, with an ‘A.’”
“Oh, ok.”
I endure the above experience regularly. Any time I go to a new restaurant or coffee shop I expect it. I’m used to it.
“CHAI LATTE FOR AARON.”
“Thank you.”
“Have a good day.”
“You too.”
One hour later, sitting in my office, I notice the etching on my paper cup. “Erin”
Sigh.
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My younger brother Damon signs his e-mails, simply: “-D”
Others I know, do the same: C, J, T, K, M, and so on.
Me: “-A”
Yeah, that doesn’t work.
Yes, call me “A.”
I’m sure that’s what Alexander The Great went by.
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I love my name. It was not given to me for slick interactions with baristas or for chic e-mail nicknames.
Alls I’m saying is, my kids’ names are going to start with a consonant.
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December 17, 2007 at 10:35 pm
with ya brotha.
(As an added torment, I’m a mumbler.)