there are so many new people at work. i was never particularly good at remembering names and it only seems to grow more challenging as i age. attractive woman with wavy brown hair says hi to me at the end of my day. when i was in college i was friends with a guy from maine who had also served in the military. he had a thick maine accent, which is similar to a boston accent, but don't tell them that. his trick for remembering names was to call everyone buddy in that thick maine accent. BUD-DAY! he was popular. everyone thought he liked them. sometimes i like to see how long i can maintain a relationship with someone without using their name. for some reason this amuses me. but i like this woman, i like her energy, and so i confessed that i had forgotten her name. sarah, she said. oh great, another sarah to add to the pile. we need to start giving people nicknames, i said and she agreed. that guy over there? she pointed at a round scruffy bookseller. i remember his name because his last name is zipper. zipper's a wonderful name, it's already a nickname! zipper. suddenly i remember playing with one of my brothers, jumping up & down on a bed, wrestling, when i knocked him off the bed and he cut his cheek on the corner of the iron bed frame. he had an inch long zipper scar on his cheek. he told me that when he would go out to play there was a teenaged guy who would sit on his porch learning the bass lines to police songs but whenever he would saw my brother he would yell out in a thick boston accent, which is nothing like a maine accent, every masshole knows that, he would yell out: ZIP-PAH!
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