Free Range by Bill Whitehead for November 04, 2020

Luckily, he did not say (a cuppa) “Joe”.

What about Jim. He said his name was Fred.

This could happen to me at any time. I know a lot of people who are hard of hearing so they tend to be slightly off on my name, and I just accept it and respond since I know they are talking to me, so depending on the person I respond to Rob (my actual first name), Rod, Ron, Roy, Bob, and I know one older lady insists my name is Mike.

Oh he calls everyone “Larry”. Or this one…“Larry” is my middle name, Now about my coffee.

Call me anything but late for my coffee!

He’s a secret agent. He not tell you real name.

Frank-ly I don’t give a Dan. Give me that coffee.

Wait until the women do that to him..

Donut mess around with your customers.

My name is Barry and I tell the attendant it is Bob because I got tired of hearing Larry, Harry, Garry, Terry and even Mary.

I must be the only person who has never been in a coffee shop where you need to give a name.

My name is Mike Hunt

“Yeah but Jim used to say he was Mary. So there… er,”

“Dan, your coffee is ready! I guess he left, I’ll take it so you don’t have to throw it out.”

George. I’m always George.