The other day when I went into my local Italian butcher shop, where they have the best chicken cutlets.. Instead of shouting Buon Giorno Luanne! (his usual friendly greeting) Tony shouted "Buon Giorno Loretta!" haha
He caught himself immediately, laughed and said "loretta? I don a know why I call you Loretta" I said.. Loretta, Luanne.. I don't care, Do you want to know something Tony?.. My name is actually Lucille! "Lucille?.. Lucia? Oh I like thata name so mucha betta, I no care for Luanne! Lucia! YOU are a Lucia! from nowa ona that'sa what I'm a callin' Ayou! (trying to do my best to recapture his cute broken English) Then he went on to insult my nickname Luanne a little further..."Yeah, Luanne, that'sa not a good a name, I no like!" As I was leaving, his partner comes out from the back of the store, where he apparently listened to this whole conversation and he says Arrivederci Lucia! Today when I went back in for what else? MORE Chicken.. They both welcomed me by my newly appointed Italian name."BUON GIORNO LUCIA!" It strikes me so funny because if you know my name story, you know This makes FIVE names I now go by!
My given name Lucille, My nicknames Luanne,Lucy,Lulu, and Now Lucia. (I know there are probably more names people are calling me... behinda me backa butA Nota tellina me abouta!)
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