My grandfather on my mom’s side of the family has a lexicon of cliches — a signature catchphrase, if you will, for almost any situation. “Put an egg in your shoe and beat it” happens to be my favorite, but there’s also one that I’ve only recently gained an appreciation for:
“Call me anything you want. Just don’t call me late for dinner.”
Over the past three and a half years, I’ve become immune to the improper pronunciation of my name. You heard that right.