So, this morning I was in the laundry room when one of my neighbors walked in while I was getting my clothes out of the dryer. She’s a very nice woman, one of the few approachable folks in the building. I think I’ve mentioned before that we live in a rather unfriendly complex – no one knows each other’s names and there is zero sense of community. Because of this, my husband and I have given our neighbors names based on personality traits and whatnot. You guys remember the Poop Baggers (to be fair, they finally stopped leaving bags of dog poop outside their door months ago, but the name will probably always stick), and then there are The Couple with the Kid, The Crazy Bald Guy, The Bulldog Couple (no, that’s not mean, they have a bulldog), etc. It just so happens I know the name of the particular neighbor that came into the laundry room this morning, because last year UPS mistakenly delivered her package to our door. But prior to that we called her The Soap Lady, since she makes fancy soaps and sells them at nearby farmers markets. However, my husband can never remember her name, so he continues to call her soap lady.
Anyway, she and I exchanged hellos and whatnot, and then she asked me if I work. I told her I work from home, blah blah, and she told me she was a freelance writer for 20 years. And then she said, “I didn’t become The Soap Lady until I retired.”
That line, by the way, was delivered with crossed arms, a smirk, and raised eyebrows. Ahem. Yeah, I think it’s safe to say that, at some point, she overheard one of us call her the soap lady.
Well, don’t I feel like a bit of an ass.
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On an un-ass-y related note, I saw this over the weekend. Usually my shout outs are to real life or blogger friends. I have no idea who these guys are, but I really hope they find the funding to make this movie.
THAT was a film I would line up for. Twice.
Yes it definitely looks like fun.
That is one movie I will go watch!
Me too:)
If she can’t handle the name, she should get out of the business.
Fun short/promo. I’d like to think that using soy sauce/wasabi with sushi is not a violation of the eat what you take provision though. I might not be eating it correctly but at least it is getting eaten.
Yeah, it isn’t even so much a name as a description. Doctor, mailman, soap person. Come to think of it, I’d like a name. Writer-y Bloggish Person. You can be Film Critic Man.
Looks like Cthulhu is back!
You’re lucky that the name that was overheard was so inoffensive. I can’t imagine the drama that would result if my sister-in-law knew her nickname.
Lovecraft!
Oh that is so funny! It IS a good thing that her nickname was benign. Our nicknames for neighbors are horrible…. Which is what makes them so ridiculously funny.
Yeah, most of our names are harmless, at least we think so. Whatever, I’m sure they have names for us too – The Yappy Dog Couple, or something like that.
That short was awesome.
Next time soap lady mouths up, ask her if she wants a down grade to crazy bald lady
Ha! Crazy Bald Guy lives across from her, she probably calls him the same thing.
She was mad about “the soap lady”? That’s not even a mean name.
You know, I’m thinking maybe she thinks I forgot her name or something, and that’s what the face was for??
Well if she’s never introduced herself until the mail incident, how did she expect you to know her name? At least that’s a fairly ok nickname. still, you may have to buy fancy soaps for everyone on your holiday list. Make her realize you admire her soap! lol.
I am notorious for assigning the wrong name to people. I meet them, am told their real name (Jeremy for example) and then my brain is like “Hello, Eric. This guy is an Eric, and forever his name is Eric.” I am generally aware when this happens and have told people that I am well aware their name is NOT xxx, but that is what my brain THINKS it is, so just roll with it thanks. Although one time I was working with someone for two weeks, calling her Kate before she told me her name was Sue. Siiiiiigh. It also doesn’t help when people job share. I started a job one day, and for the first three days this woman named Pat sat outside my office. The afternoon of the third day I came back from lunch to find a completely different person, who turned out to be Pam, sitting there. I was all, Uhhh, who are you. She explained the job share thing, and for the next four years they were both PatPam. Because I could not remember which was which.
I will never be president. Skill #1 for being president is being able to remember names.
Love the short.
PatPam, love it! I am awful with both names and faces.