Getting a tenant..!
I have never thought of my name as anything other than a name given to me by my parents most probably under pressure from their parents to name their first son after both the grandfathers. Had never thought of it as good or bad for me, but had meekly accepted the rather high sounding title and according to stories from uncles and aunts had slept through the ceremony when priest had poured cold water on my head while giving me my life long label.
“Thank you,” I said. “What?” asked the caller on the other side. “Thank you for calling my name good!” I said. “Sir you have not given your good name yet!” I told her what it was. “Rabbit? It is a very good name, like Deer and Lion. We also call our children Lion and Tiger!” “Not Rabbit!” I shouted. “Robert!” “You are shouting like Lion, you cannot be Rabbit?” “I am not Rabbit!” I said, “please don’t call me Rabbit!”
“I am sorry sir, what is your second good name?” “What do you mean?” I asked, “you want to make fun of that also?” “No, no sir, you are taking offense very fast, so I can call you by your second good name!” “Do you mean my surname?” I asked. “You are a lord?” “I am not a lord!” I said angrily. “Then why you insist on sir name?”
I was about to put down the phone when I realized my job was to get a tenant for the property and not argue about how I was being called. “Okay,” I said and told her my surname. “What?” “Idiot!” I shouted as the wife walked in. “Who you yelling at?” she asked surprised. “You’ll scare away people if you talk like that!” The phone rang again and my wife picked it up.
“Of course,” she said, “you may see the flat, I’ll show it to you and then come over and have a cup of tea with us. You’ll find my husband quite an interesting man!” “Who’s it?” I asked. “Some lady who wants to see the flat. Said she rang up a wrong number and a rabbit yelled at her!”
I ran out of the room before the lady arrived. “What’s the problem?” yelled my wife. “My good name’s given me a bad name..!” I whispered and left.