Hasty emailing can yield humorous (if irritating) results. In one email I got today, the writer (who knows me well) accidently referred to me as “Eric”; another email, ten minutes later, yields “Thanks so much Ernie!”
Okay, I thought parents should be careful in naming their kids, make it easy on people, but it seems even that doesn’t help. I think I’ll just name my kid “B” and see if one letter fares better or worse than four.
Erin
P.S. I’m not blameless or anything: when writing my housemate, Christi, I’ve caught myself just about to send her an email that begins “Hi, Christ.”
Alan Schmierer
So I was at a wedding this weekend where the groom’s name was Aaron. I’m not sure I heard correctly, but if I did, his sister’s name is Erin. That’s kind of cruel if you ask me.
Heaven help them if they ever move to the Midwest, where people will hear absolutely no difference in the pronunciation of their names!
Erin