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    Wednesday, September 01, 2004  
    There's a taxi driver who insists on calling me William despite the fact that I have revealed my actual name to him (once I think and quite a while ago).
    When he first got into this William habit (it must have been early summer), I just ignored it because I didn’t want to contradict him - it wasn’t as if I was going to ask him for his daughter's hand in marriage or anything like that that would require him to know my actual name.
    But it's now entered the public domain somewhat – previously, I'd get into the cab, he'd call me William and we'd drive off, but, the other day, he screamed it out from across the road!
    The longer I leave this the harder it will be to actually resolve.
    He must be stopped!
    This little parallel universe of his - where I'm William - has got to be destroyed!
    What kind of person goes around calling people William when their name isn’t William!?!
    But I can hardly turn around and tell him that my name isn’t William after I've acquiesced to this moniker mix up all this time!
    So I urge civic minded citizens to converge on the Ghadir Bridge and confront this madman and set the record straight!
    He can be found opposite the pharmacy, usually during the day, in an old blue Mercedes and his name is William.

    Possible other scenarios I'm currently considering for resolving the William Crisis
    -Moving (me).
    -Moving (him).
    -Changing my name to William.
    Although I haven't gone that far, the other day I did ask a friend of mine, who was with me in the taxi, to not call me by my name - abandoning one's name, albeit briefly, is just one step away from changing one's name to William or something.
    -Getting everybody else within earshot to call me William.

    Another taxi driver calls me a David.
    And this one’s even worse because he’s always asking me ‘’you’re name’s David isn’t it?’’ and I’m always correcting him to no avail.I’m all things to all taxi drivers
    8:10 pm

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