Years ago when my parents named me Peter. I was kidded a lot by people and a lot of other people wouldn't say it and wanted to call me Pete. But I wouldn't allow it.
Many women would forget my name and call me Dick and when I corrected them would be very embarrassed.
My mother was totally oblivious all of her life and usually refered to me as "My Peter". Thanks a lot for that mom.
But I persevered and received some solace from Johnny Cash's "Boy Named Sue".
The last time that I had an incident was when a women asked me my name and I said Peter. Then she wanted to know it anyone ever kidded me about that. To which I replied,"Only low class trailer trash". I could see that she was badly insulted as she walked away. Guess the shoe fit her to a T.
