Friday, February 4, 2011

Beceley

I'm always amused at how difficult it is to understand my name. I understand that it's difficult but I'm not sure it's really as difficult as people make it. At the mall the other day I left a bag and when I called the store the girl said she'd save it for me. When asked my name I started to spell it and she repeated back "B-E-C". I tried to correct her but she obviously didn't get it. This is one of the more creative spellings/pronunciations I've come across. I always wonder what people think when they know me as something besides my actual name.

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