“I’m here to assist you in filling out your form,” said the guy behind the desk, “What’s your name?” he begun.
“Carl,” I replied.
“… and your surname?”
“Pardon?” he queried.
“It’s a long story. I know it’s a number, but I like it. It rolls off the tongue.”
I smiled, a bit nervously. He looked unmoved, and after a short pause returned to his paperwork. The guy wasn’t the Gestapo, but he wasn’t exactly full of fun, either. He was in the middle, I supposed.
“Its not often we get numbers for surnames, sir. That’s up to you, though,” he said without raising his head, “Can I have your title, please?” Continue reading