To think DH needs to tell his barber his real name?

Also Sadie for Sarah. Very common around here in the past.

Some years ago, a woman I worked with called me Jackie. It's not even close to my actual name. I corrected her a couple of times and she apologised - apparently l reminded her of a friend called Jackie. Most days she still greeted me with "Morning, Jackie!" and I simply replied without correcting her. She was a lovely woman, just absent-minded. I don't work there anymore anyway.

My friend works in a pharmacy next to a café. She goes into this café at least once a week. The café owner is pretty terrible with names, she constantly forgets mine, but remembers what my child is called. My friend has a long, slightly old fashioned name. The café owner calls her something wildly different. Friend is too embarrassed to correct after 7 years.

I have no idea why anyone wouldn’t correct someone if they have your name wrong or check exactly what some one’s name is. It’s not hard? Insane behaviour.

Our new neighbours (the side of their house is at the back of ours) called me Allison on our Christmas card. I'm not sure if DH put my real name or Allison on it when he wrote ours out, but they've hardly spoken since. 🤔

When my cousin had her daughter, her dad (my uncle) phoned my mum and told her the name, weight etc... mum and baby doing well.
I bought a card and gift, wrapped it and left it with Mum to pass on...
Between my Uncle and Mum, one of them and they both blamed the other got the name wrong.🤦🏻‍♀️
3 syllables and the first part was wrong, the middle and 3rd syllable were identical.

My grandmother Mabel was known to all and sundry as Peggy (or just Peg).

No it isn't. It's a diminutive of Elizabeth.

I lived in America for a while and still have no idea if my neighbour’s name was Greg or Craig due to the way he pronounced it. He’s even in my phone as Greg/ Craig.

My great-uncle's middle name was Moyes...only when we went to register the death, the registrar told us that his middle name was recorded as Morris.

The family theory is that great-grandpa was inebriated when he registered the birth.

I was called Susan by a man in the small town I grew up in for years - my name is nothing like Susan. I just smiled and carried on with my day.

My GF was very surprised in his late adult life when he got a copy of his birth certificate to find his middle name, which should have been Loveden, had actually been registered as Duncan!

Surely it's a diminutive of Elizabeth?

Betty is a diminutive of Margaret

I should explain that Dad was also a Slav - just not Polish. It might explain why she used the wrong name the next time she saw him...she remembered him as one of the foreign chaps she'd met, but opted for the wrong name.

When I was at university, there was a total bellend who lived next to my friend. He was Greek, and one of the only words I know in Greek is 'Malaka' which means 'wanker'. My friends and I all called him that amongst ourselves until one night we had a more serious incident where he was harassing my friend.

When we reported him to the hall monitor and asked them to intervene, it transpired that one of our group thought that was his actual name, so gave an entire statement about the evening's events, referring to him as 'Malaka' throughout! 😱😬

When I was a teen I popped into my mums work place and asked for her by her name and the person I asked was insistant that nobody by that name worked there.
Just has I was walking out my mum walked in and the guy said good afternoon Thresea. I looked at her rather confused and she said she would explain later.
Turns out everyone at work called her Thresea and she had no idea why she didn't want to correct them.
So still til this day a good 24 years later my mum is still known has Thresea at work.

For some reason whenever anybody calls dh by the wrong name it is always Paul and no matter how often we correct people it still happens, we've never been able to figure it out-he either just looks like a Paul or he has a doppelganger called Paul😁

When I was a little girl, I heard a woman calling my dad Stan. My dad's name wasn't Stan.

When I asked why she'd called him the wrong name, he explained that he'd been with a Polish bloke called Stan when they were first introduced to her 15 yrs previously...She'd mixed them up the next time she saw Dad and he didn't have the heart to correct her.

No your husband has remain Chris for as long as he uses that barber.

He cant tell him hes been wrong all these years its too late.

Oh that's cute. We used to call someone Scott at work, my friend thought that was his name and then so did everyone else 🤣 He basically has two names now 🤣

😂 Please let this be true

Yes- Peggy is margaret
Daisy is also margaret
Polly is mary as is molly
Sally is sarah
Jack is john
Dick is richard

I really think this story wins. You now have to pretend to be from a country that is being invaded every time you have your brows done?

Have you done any background research about Ukraine (other than current events) to help you keep this up?

This is absolutely hilarious 😆

When I was in high school in college I worked at a grocery store and one of my coworkers used to call me Jennifer. It's nowhere near my name. And I was wearing a name tag.

I think if you don't correct him the first time it becomes awkward and I don't really know that it matters all that much so I would just leave it alone.

Not a first name but a last name mix up - when Mum's cousin remarried, Mum hadn't met the second husband at this point but my grandad had, so she asked Grandad what his last name was. Grandad said it was Brown. Mum must have been addressing their Christmas cards to Mr and Mrs J Brown for about 8 years before the cousin finally sent one back saying "My name is not Brown. It is Russell." By this point, Grandad had no memory of the original conversation and he had no idea where Brown had come from.