A few weeks ago a neighbor stopped to chat as he was out walking his dog and I was out feeding the birds. We had just been acquainted at a recent potluck, where he had been introduced to Sydney and me as Christi’s housemates. Apparently the introductions had left him under the impression that my name was Cindy and the tall guy at my side was Aaron. This neighbor had even addressed me as Cindy and I, probably hearing “Sydney” and looking up, had responded. I, relating this to Sydney, expected him to laugh, but he simply shrugged and said “Happens all the time.” The word-lover in me was tickled.
Erin
Alan Schmierer
We had a similar mishap in my family. My dad’s sister is named Cindy, and some distant cousin named her new baby Sydney. My grandmother called my aunt to announce that this cousin had named her baby after her. Of course, my grandmother has very selective hearing… We were all amused in any case.
-L