Seriously?

"David? David Jones?" the woman asked loudly as she read from her list of names.



"That's me," the guy at the back replied.



The woman looks up. "Hi!" she said. "Do you prefer David or Dave?"



The guy looked at her. "Chris, please," he said, totally pan-faced.



The next time somebody asks me which name I prefer to go by I am so going to reply Princess Tiamii of Graceland the Third.

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  1. Please Don't Eat With Your Mouth Open17 March 2010 at 00:20

    dave / david / chris is brilliant.

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  2. Laura Jane Williams17 March 2010 at 07:14

    Please Don't Eat- I couldn't stop laughing. Strangely, he didn't get the joke... x

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  3. P18 March 2010 at 13:46

    Love it!

    Although if he'd said a girl's name, that would have been even funnier!

    Totally planning to buy the 'zine by the way. Possibly tonight!

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  4. Laura Jane Williams18 March 2010 at 15:08

    P- It was just the way that he said it. Like it was the most obvious thing in the world... so funny. And yay! I hope you like it if you do like it! x

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