Old What's His Name

There’s a guy I know who calls me Greg. That’s okay, except my name is Doug. After the third time he called me the wrong name I realized it was too late to correct him. That was two years ago.

I don’t want to embarrass him. I’ve tried to help him learn. I used my name in a sentence, “This is the hottest day of the year or my name isn’t ‘Doug’”. He said, “Oh, I agree, Greg”. I’ve had somebody call me from a distance. They yelled, “Hey Doug! Come here!” As I left this guy said, “See ya, Greg.”

It looks like it’s a cross I must bear with others who go through life being known as someone else. One day when future generations study great Americans living under assumed names they’ll see Mark Twain, Dear Abby, Superman, the Philly Fanatic, and Greg.