Wednesday, July 08, 2009

The Call of the Unknown

Christine Lavin once had a song titled something like "Never Call Your Sweetheart By Their Name" It was about a woman that dated a lot of people and occasionally called her date by someone else's name. So her solution was to call all her men, Sweetheart, or Darling.

I had someone call me “Chief” the other day. The guy at the gas station calls me “Boss.” Every once in a while someone will call me “Dude.” I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone address me as “Bud” or “Bub.” When anyone addresses me as “Sir” I know they just got out of the military or prison. I’ve been called “Professor” and “Cowboy” and “Doc.” On occasion I’ve been called “Asshole” and “Douche”, but not as often as one might suspect. I’ve never been called “Pops” or “Grandpa”, but I have been called “Pappy.”

It all makes me wonder if I should have a name tag or have my name embroidered on my shirts.


Blogger Tango said...

That is one of the reasons why I can't remember people's names. They are forever being called something else. LOL...Names should be engraved on people's foreheads.

4:58 AM  
Blogger The Guy Who Writes This said...

Tango, pssst...your German is showing.

5:41 AM  
Anonymous Auntie said...

Ah, the many, many names of Guy....

5:46 AM  
Blogger a mouthy irish woman? ridiculous! said...

put them in your underwear and call it good.

5:48 AM  
Blogger Tango said...

lol....then we'll have to wrestle him down, turn him over and check his undies.

5:53 AM  
Blogger Auntie said...

Wait, many names did I call you yesterday? I think it was some sort of record!

6:03 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

David Allen Coe had a song about never being called by his name. It used to be mandatory for jukeboxes which are pretty much relics and curiosities these days.
If however a lonely guy, dude or hombre would like a sweet smelling woman with a fancy hairdo to call him darlin' sweetheart, luv and sugar all for the price of and including a deluxe hamburger, he only need to go to Andrews and Steve's for lunch.

6:55 AM  
Blogger darev2005 said...

I've devised a simple system to cover the fact that I can't remember names. All of the guys are called Lumpy and all of the girls are called Louise, Esmerelda or Margaret. It just cuts down on those awkward silences while I try to remember who I'm talking to.

8:17 AM  
Blogger a mouthy irish woman? ridiculous! said...

i'm game. you yell at him in german and i'll give him a wedgie.

9:46 AM  
Blogger The Guy Who Writes This said...

You know, I might just be into all that sort of stuff. That would totally ruin it for you I'm sure.

11:37 AM  
Blogger Uncle Walt said...

On the receiving end of name mixups ... I've been called by my last name more than I can count, because it's also a first name.

Whatever. At least they got the name there, even if not in the right order. LOL

11:49 AM  
Blogger a mouthy irish woman? ridiculous! said...

not at all. then we bring out the BIG guns bk. and you might cry.

tag teamed by german and irish? bad news.

12:09 PM  
Blogger The Guy Who Writes This said...

Darev, you get smacked a lot I bet.

Walt, that's because you have two first names, though one is plural.

A warning to Tango and Irish. I have Irish/German ancestry and I can stand all the stinky/fatty foods you can throw at me. I won't even vomit at the sight of your native dances. Most of all remember I have the mind of a 14 year old recovering Catholic.

12:59 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ha Ha, stinky foods and native dances, really know how to party !

2:36 PM  
Blogger Tango said...

LOL...I haven't had a reason to buy Limburger Cheese in years. That stuff can empty a room.

3:03 PM  
Blogger a mouthy irish woman? ridiculous! said...

i'm telling my nan-nan. first she will disable you with her stinky sanka breath, while pinching the inside of your arm. and then? SHE WILL BEAT YOUR ASS.


5:08 PM  
Blogger g said...


5:17 PM  
Blogger richpix said...

Can we call you Johnson?

7:10 PM  
Anonymous Pammy Jo said...

OMG, this is the first time I totally feel like I don't belong on here, Guy.

7:12 PM  
Blogger The Guy Who Writes This said...

Anon, More like I've learned to tolerate and finally avoid.

Tango, that and your damn chicken dance.

Irish, and don't forget about the stink of that stuff they use to cover up age or liver spots. Oh, and the cabbage...

g, duuude back at cha

Rich, I'm actually old enough to remember that skit, and thought it was funny back then. It had a good rhythm to it. Weren't we easily amused?

Pam, What?...What?

5:10 AM  

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