The other night I was talking with a nice older woman from down the block. Even though we’d spoken a few times before, I didn’t know her name, so I introduced myself to her. When we exchanged names, I realized that she now knows me by a name completely different from my own, thanks to my tendency to mumble.
It took me a while to figure out why she thought my name was “Bryan Bernard.” Then I realized, that was what she heard when I said, “My name’s Ryan… Ryan, with an ‘R’.”
Posted in Everyday Life
Paul November 25, 2008, 3:40 am
I thought you were Maury.