There's a pub across the street from my office where a lot of us go after work.
Beau and our friend Fuzz go over there daily.
Beau is charming, handsome, nice, a regular, and a great tipper.
In other words, waitresses love him. Lots of women do, and I made my peace with that years ago. Beau knows on which side his bread is buttered. I trust him.
But every so often, one of those ladies gets under my skin a little bit.
Whenever Beau and I walk in to the pub together, the waitresses all faun and say hi and call him little nicknames. And he introduces me and we all chat.
But there's one who comes up and hangs on him and chats forever. Beau has introduced me to her three or four times, but she can never quite remember my name.
That wouldn't irritate me if... WE DIDN'T HAVE THE SAME DAMN NAME!
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