Nicknames
can be as powerful as pet names. You have to be careful how you assign them. And how they are assigned to you. Want to spend your career known as “handjob” or “lotion boy”? Anyway, we had this guy who went from the rank and file to become a shift forman, and his name was… phil. His last day, as he showered, he talked smack about how he was going to be in charge of the men he was shwoering with, and how he was going to have the upper hand the very next day. Most of the hourlies gaped in amazement at the sheer cheek of the guy, but as he left the shower room everyone waved their junk at him and one guy even went so far as to shout “Lick me, Phil”.
And there it was.
His hardhat, (now white instead of the normal red) sprouted a new hand lettered legend the same day: “Lick me, Phil”. The sign on the shop door now said “Hard hat area. Do not enter unless you Lick me, Phil”. The shop truck sported a handmade license plate which read “LIKMEFIL” Someone even had jacket patches embroidered that said “Lick me, Phil” in beautiful script. The crowning glory was a Whiteco-Metrocom billboard that said ‘Lick me, Phil” in letters twelve feet high.
Phil eventually hit the road for parts unknown. Sometimes, hanging out in places where steelworkers used to, I find a scrawl in a crapper or a scratch on a table in crabbed, pocketknife script “Lick me, phil”. And I smile, remembering a man who lost control of the situation and assigned himself a nickname that would flavor his life until he moved away.
Those things are a test of character. In Phil’s place, a smart man with balls would have put a Rolling Stones tongue sticker on his hard hat and replied to all and sundry with a Gene Simmons wag of the tongue.
The GM of the cab company where I worked right out of HS somehow got tagged with “The Fart.”
Instead of putting a big sign on the wall next to his door, “Office of the Fart” and replying to all taunts, “He that smelt it dealt it,” he engaged in a positively Queegian campaign of stealth and countermeasures to find out who was writing all the grafiti on the men’s room walls.
If somebody calls you an asshole, bend over and flash ’em. It’s the ONLY way to win.
M
We nailed a guy here with the moniker, “Littlefuckstick.”
Yep, he hates us.
Shoot, you ain’t nobody if you haven’t got a nickname. All my buddies have ones: Bob The Knob…Chains…Skinbag…Stu The Jew. None of our guys ever became famous like Lickmephil though.
I like the new Ogblog BTW. Where is the liquor cabinet Og?
Heh. Karma can be such a beautiful thing…
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