I made a credit card purchase today.  The young clerk looked down at my card, and exclaimed:  “Wow.  Is your name really Polly?  What a drag.”

Hmmmm.  I hadn’t thought of it quite like that.  I guess my eyebrows must have raised, or my horns popped out at the temples.  She quickly responded:  “Oh.  I didn’t mean drag.  I just meant it must have been kind of a drag growing up.”

Hmmmm.  Still a drag.  Still hadn’t considered it quite that way.  Sure, all kids get teased about their names, Brittani, with an “i”…. but here’s how I  look at it now.

I have one of the best names EVER.

When I want to swim, I am Polly-Wog.

If I get hungry…. “Polly Want A Cracker.”

At times when I feel like the 1970s….  What else?   Polly-Ester.

Artistic?  Polly Wolly Doodle All The Day.

Optimistic:  Polly Anna

If I start speaking in German, or Spanish, or even Pig Latin?  Polly-Glot

Plastic?  Polly-Mer

Need some fun at your Hawaiian Luau?  Polly-Nesian

Have some gross, unidentified growth on the body?  Pollyp

So you want to give that floor some shine?  Polly-Urethane.

Super Hero Six-Degrees-Of-Separation:  Sweet Polly Purebred

As you see, this name rocks…. Brittani, with an “i”….. and just remember.  There is NO “I” in Polly.  But there is a big “Why” at the end…….  (And since we are speaking of “ends”…… )

When I say good-bye……….  Polly Gone.