Nick names

At work, we have nicknames for people.  Not everyone, but just a few memorable ones.  We have "the drooler" - a little old man that drools as he talks.  We have "the WHY lady" who every single times asks why atleast 10 times - seriously, she asks the same questions over and over.  Wait - "why" is the same question over and over!  We really dread it when she walks in.  We used to have "the stinky man" who I would help all the time because I was the only one who wouldn't get grossed out.  Well, I'd get grossed out, but I knew the guy and he was the sweetest man - he passed away suddenly last year and I know this is wierd, but I miss seeing the stinky man.  We have "the hugger" who is a little old man who hugs my co-worker all the time.  We have "it's _ _ _ _!" - I don't want to put her name here just in the off chance that someone knows her - and her name is VERY unique and with her personality you couldn't miss her.  Whoever got "it's _ _ _ _!" could plan on spending atleast 10 minutes on the phone with her.  And we'd all giggle quietly because we lucked out and didn't answer that call.  Then there was the "Highway Robbery" lady - who came in every month and said highway robbery very, very loudly.  I remembered her from when I was in High School and working at the city.

We had one very special lady that we would all run from if at all possible.  The "short lady".  Yes, she was short.  But not that short - I have seen shorter.  She would come in each and every month and talk about how short she was, how she is a nurse and gave the best shots ever and how everyone wanted her to give them shots, and - get this - how she told a man she'd give him a papsmear if he didn't stop doing whatever it was he was doing.  It got real old, real fast.  She would even tell the same things over and over in the same visit.  Yes, we'd scatter.  Funny story - I was walking into a grocery store and noticed she was in front of me.  I prayed - yes, prayed - that she wouldn't notice me.  I thought I was scott free because she was about 3 steps behind a young couple and was telling them those same stories.  The looks on their faces were priceless - they kept looking back at her and trying to figure out why she was talking to them.  Somehow they managed to lose her and she turned and set her eyes on me.  Oh, it was a long visit at the store.  But then a few years ago her stops ended.  We realized that she hadn't been in to pay her bill for a while - and then we found out she passed away.  We still talk about "the short lady".

I bring up the subject because I was blog stalking earlier and happened upon a blog of a classmate.  I don't remember if she was a classmate at AF or PG - but I'm going to look her up.  She mentioned that her mother passed away 3 years ago and listed 59 wonderful things about her mom.  It was a wonderful tribute to her mom - and two of the things she wrote cracked me up.  One, her mom was short.  Two, she gave the best shots and that anyone who needed a penicillan shot would go to her.  It was interesting to learn more about the short lady.

I guess I should go now.  Homework time - drat!