Quote from nutmeg:
"Contrary to popular belief, people don't pay much attention to those little name-tags you wear at conventions."
I'll go you one better. I had to sign a friggin parental consent form for my daughter to buy a frog. This ticked me off to no end. The form said something to the effect, I would care and provide for the forg if she didn't. I asked for the manager. I used every arguement in the book, I told them I might be dead tomorrow, then what? What if my daughter leaves runs away tomorrow with the frog, what am I supposed to do if she forgets to bring frog food? I knew I was going to lose this one from the get go, so I just signed the form, Rudolph Reindeer. They never even checked.
You dropped your middle name?