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The counter girl at Domino’s Pizza handed the Clas­si­fied Chicken pizza to me.

She smiled and said, “thank you, Mr. Den­nis.”

“Thank you.” I smiled.

“Is that your real name?” she asked.

“Er, not really, not on my IC. Why?”

“No lah, I’m just won­der­ing. You must be very good at play­ing ten­nis right? Or else you won’t have that name.”

“What?! No! Wait, is that what shows up in the sys­tem? Ten­nis Lee?”

“Yeah.”

“No! It should be Den­nis not Ten­nis! It’s D not T!”

“Oh, I see. Well, I guess there’s been a mis­take. No wor­ries, we can change that next time you come.”

What­ever