There’s a guy in the office who keeps calling David Dave. I think he sometimes calls him Chuck.
I’ve never seen David boil over but I’m hoping this could be the trigger.
Meanwhile, people at work have started calling me Pip. Only my Dad calls me Pip, but I let it go.
My school friend Richard, now a successful banker, we still call Weeny. Poor guy, he used to be small.
You’ve got to tread carefully. I once got the hairdryer treatment from a detective superintendent who I refused to call “Sir”. I think my persistently calling him “Mate” was what really riled him though.
It pays to get these things right. Anyone got any horror stories?