My driver’s side window of my vehicle has been out of commission since New Year’s. I kept telling myself it hadn’t been broken that long. Denial. I finally snapped out of it and realized it was time for action when the Wendy’s drive-thru cashier started recognizing me by car. Plus, her looks of pity/disdain were starting to weigh on me. I’d have to get it fixed.
Fortunately for me, my car’s window is super special and required not only a window motor replacement, but also a new regulator. Ridding yourself of drive-thru shame is quite pricey. For $400.00 you can order that spicy chicken combo with your head held high.
I will admit though, that the repair shop I chose did a wonderful job. They even gave my vehicle a free once-over and provided me with a detailed report card. Like a dead-beat mom in a hurry, I shoved the report card in my wallet and went on my way.
Today, remembering about the report card sparked my curiosity. As I pulled out the document, I was blind sighted by what I discovered.
A painful memory suddenly gripped my brain. I went into full flash-back mode.
There I was, high school me standing in the Raising Cane’s dine-in line. I could practically smell the grease. As I ordered my food, the server asked for my name. “Becca,” I said.
Mouth watering and legs bouncing, I waited for her to call my name. After the server grabbed my tray from the window, she took her position in front of that piercingly loud microphone. Next, my worst fear was recognized. She had mistaken my name for Becky as she beckoned me to the counter. Everyone heard. Everyone stared. Or, so it seemed. It mortified me, and I couldn’t help but anticipate someone yelling out something like, “Hey Becky, where’s Uncle Jesse?” in jest.
Until this day, I absolutely can’t stand when people call me Becky. I don’t fully understand why it irks me so, and I apologize shall anyone named Becky ever read this. It’s not you Becky, it’s me. Something about the nickname screams high-set pig tails, chewing gum, and a valley girl accent. You might as well pluck off my finger nails one by one. Not to mention that there was that song that completely put my hatred over the top.
Do you like your name? Do you prefer or despise a certain nickname that you have been given?
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