Mister David

When I lived in Anchorage, there was a checker at grocery store near my house who was trying to do the Mandated Thank The Customer By Name by reading my name from the receipt. Probably not having run into a lot of Scottish surnames in the country of her birth, she looked briefly consternated then quickly smiled at me and said “Thank you, Mister David!” She called me that until I moved away in 2009. It’s become more common, and I’m fine with it. It’s a weird looking name. Easy enough to figure out if you have time, but a weird sequence of letters, especially if English isn’t your first language.

Today I learned that there is a paint color called “Mister David” and I quite like it.