Here we are at Mama Kat's writers workshop again this week! I chose to do this one....
When out to lunch with co-workers, you bump into a close friend who refers to you by a nickname. Because of its unusualness, the nickname catches the interest of one of your co-workers who asks for the story behind it. Start your story with, "This may come as a surprise, but ... " and end it with, "And that's how I got the nickname (fill in the blank)."
I once again have to change it up a bit.. Do you hate me for doing that, Mama Kat? I sure hope not. See the thing is, anyone who has given me a nickname, was during childhood and usually they were not nice, and I don't really consider them close friends--I may or may not have a voodoo doll of them. (kidding) I know, I'm just blabbing on..now to the good stuff!
There were two nicknames I got when I was younger, that you could ask around and someone would be able to tell you these. Kids can be mean!
President. This one seems nice, right? Well, you may want to know what I was the President of.. They shortened it to be able to say it in front of teachers without getting in trouble. I was named the President of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee.
Hoover. This one came during softball. I played t-ball as a child for one year and then stopped. When I was 11 I got this bright idea to play again. Hence where I got the nickname, Hoover. When you hear the word hoover you may think of a vacuum. I thought I was given the nickname because I could suck them balls up!! However, it was just because I sucked.
What were some of your nicknames as a child?