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A rose by any other name
May. 22nd, 2006 04:27 pmMy colleague Brian and I share an office and as I type this I can hear him being interviewed by the local paper as I type this (about the vintage plane he owns, not work, tsk, tsk). The journalist interviewing him is a well-known local figure, largely because of her name. She was born here, went to school here and has worked here her whole life, for most of which she was known by the name her parents gave her, Mary.
About ten years ago, she got divorced and decided that instead of her married name of Mary Husbandname, she would like to be called Maria Husbandname, which is an interesting way of going about it. People who know her oblige this whim, even while they're thinking it's a little odd. Brian was away from his desk so I answered his phone when she rang; I went into the kitchen to get him and said, "Mary Maria Husbandname's on the phone", and he laughed. Listening to the interview, he's veering between between calling her Maria, calling her Mary and calling her "Mary... er... Maria". She must get sick of that.
About ten years ago, she got divorced and decided that instead of her married name of Mary Husbandname, she would like to be called Maria Husbandname, which is an interesting way of going about it. People who know her oblige this whim, even while they're thinking it's a little odd. Brian was away from his desk so I answered his phone when she rang; I went into the kitchen to get him and said, "Mary Maria Husbandname's on the phone", and he laughed. Listening to the interview, he's veering between between calling her Maria, calling her Mary and calling her "Mary... er... Maria". She must get sick of that.
