Dianne. Not Debbie.
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Not Debbie.
I am a jet-lagged schmuck.
4 Responses to “Dianne. Not Debbie.”
wow
“jet-lagged schmuck”
a little hard on yourself?
i don’t think that in the grand scheme of things it makes much of a difference.
you didn’t break any laws buddy
enjoy your time in japan
tomato tomahto
When I first met Dianne at Shcuba’s I was so nervous about saying her name right (first person I was actually meeting from here and all) that I did the exact thing I was worried about doing, I walked up to her and said “Hi, I’m Gregg, you’re Debbie?” As soon as it came out of my mouth I could have kicked myself. I apologized profusely but she was really cool about it. Dianne is just plain awesome.
People named Dianne (or in my case, Diana) are used to being called Debbie. So, if you called me that, I wouldn’t think twice about it.
I can always remember people’s names. I just can’t remember what people those names belong to all the time.
Sadly, this is a true story.