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

[ReligiousEel]

DH has been using the same barber for more than a decade. He goes about once a month. They chat when he’s there, about football, families, holidays, the usual stuff. We once bumped into the barber in the supermarket and said hello and had a very brief chat.

All fairly normal. Except the barber thinks DH is called Chris. He’s not called Chris, not even close.

I asked DH why the barber thinks he’s called Chris and he doesn’t know. He just knows at one of their early appointments the barber called him Chris and he didn’t correct him, as he didn’t think it was important. Now, more than a decade later, he’s still calling him Chris.

I suggested to DH that he tell him his actual name but he refused. He said it didn’t matter, he’s just the bloke who cuts his hair, and the ship has sailed - he’s just going to have to be Chris to the barber forever.

AIBU to think he should tell him?

Our NDN called DH a random name for quite a bit.

Oddly, it actually happened to be BIL name.

We decided the truly British solution would be for me to divorce DH and marry his brother, just to avoid awkwardness.

Oh, I didn't know that.

Our neighbour used to call dh Brian. His name is nowhere near Brian. We’d get Xmas cards to Brian and Bella. Then suddenly we started getting Xmas cards to Brian and Geraldine 😂So wrong for both of us.

I was convinced for years that one of my neighbours was called Steve. Put it in his xmas cards and everything. He’s actually called Dave. Mortifying. But if someone calls me the wrong name I literally cannot correct them. I’m too embarrassed!! So I suggest saying nothing or changing name by deed poll.

My late Mum was always called Kit, a nickname, but her real name was Anne.
Or so we thought, after she died we discovered it was actually Annie on her birth certificate. We found this quite odd as surely Annie is a nickname for Anne and not vice versa?
Meanwhile, God only knows where Kit came from.
(Her family had form for this, her brother, named Oliver, was called Doug and her sister Lucy was called Janey. They weren't middle names either )

I’ve been called Charlotte at work for years. Even received emails addressing me as Charlotte even though my email contains my first name. I stopped correcting the perps because it was tiresome.

it’s become an amusement now.

my name is not similar except it starts with a C.

I had a boss who used to call me Leslie. My name is Karen. 🤔 I eventually had to ask him why. It was after the actress Leslie Caron.

My parents' neighbours call them Jane (her real name) and Jack (not his real name, not close). They didn't acknowledge it to start with because it was just Christmas cards and passing waves and things. It's now 20 years later. They socialise regularly, they've been on holiday together, my parents went to their daughter's wedding... invited as "Jane and Jack". Pretty much the whole village is in on not correcting them at this point.

This is why my XH always uses generic names - mate, buddy etc for his clients.

My mum met a lady walking their dog and built up a friendship my mum called this lady Molly, it turns out her name was Maureen and she didn’t correct her for years!

Thanks for this, what does NN stand for?

NN = nickname

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.

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.

This is absolutely hilarious 😆

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?

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

😂 Please let this be true

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 🤣

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.

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.

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 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.

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! 😱😬

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.