Nicknames

This is so mean...

When I was in college I was president of the little sisters to a fraternity. One year, the president's younger brother showed up at school, and even though no one could stand him, he was a legacy, so he got a bid to pledge.

We tolerated him for about a year, but damn! he was such a fucking baby! We started calling him "dickhead" simply because he was so obnoxious, and the stupid thing was he'd answer to it.

Finally, John, his brother, asked us to ease up on him a little bit, so instead of calling him "dickhead" we just called him "Richard." (get it?) Lo and behold, he answered to that too, and when I graduated, he was a year behind me and still being called Richard and still answering to it.

Another funny thing that I just now remembered: he went home all pissed off one time, I guess because we were calling him dickhead, and told his dad on us (can you believe that shit?). Anyway, his brother duly reported the whole conversation, and when he told his dad, his dad said, "Oh, don't worry about them, they're all a bunch of crapheads."

Parents day at campus rolled around, and we found out, from John, that their parents were coming up to visit the fraternity house. One of the brothers went to one of those sports uniform/trophy places, and got a bunch of buttons made up, in fraternity colors, that said "I :heart: crapheads."

We wore them proudly on parents day. :D
 
Everyone calls me Dar. Short for Darlene.

When I was a track runner, I got called Blackeyes, b/c my chest was so big that people thought I was going to smack myself in the eye with them while hurdling.:D
 
When i was young we were building a go-kart and there was a large spike that held the front axel in place. One day i stepped on it and it went through my foot so they called me axel grease. It stuck for a long time unfortunately...the nickname i mean.
 
Oh yeah, I nearly forgot.

Around the mall, they don't know my real name, but they always see me walking around in a corset and my jingly necklase, so I'm known as "Jingly girl" by quiet a few of the various mall employees. :D
 
yui said:
Good job, Sche! ;)

I broke both my legs in a car accident my senior year of high school. I was in a wheelchair for a couple of weeks because navigating the halls without getting jostled was impossible for me. Once I started walking, with a cane, I favored my right leg, which was in a brace because the bones "clicked" even after they were pinned. My gait was off and as a result my friends started calling me Hop-a-long. Eventually, with healing and physical therapy I lost my hop.

I've been called, "China Girl," so much by coworkers (complete with "my little China Girl" warbling) that I've stopped explaining, I was "Legs" when I was running in college, and for some reason, my ex-husband called me "Bobbi." :confused: Go figure.

Hmmmm, may I call you legs? (I can just barely see you from the image that presents in my mind.)

Hop-a-long just makes me want to hold and protect you.

China Girl? While I like the song I think that would be an insultingly simplistic nick.

Cat
 
elizabethwest said:
I had a doc who nicknamed me Nurse Death once. He always seemed to be on call when someone died. How I miss those days of floor nursing... :rolleyes:

*snicker*

I have a doc from South Africa who calls me Vlad. (His family is originaly from Middle europe like mine, and I now have longish hair. Not to mention like me he is a fan of old Vampire Movies.)

Cat

I once freaked out a bunch of Nursing Students. While coming back from the Blood Bank they saw me and asked where I was coming from. My reply, as I casualy held up a unit of blood was, "Oh I had to get lunch." (They turned interesting shades of green upon hearing this.)
 
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