Overheard

While standing in the movie theatre ticket line - 3 pre-teen girls behind me:

1: So, how's youre school holidays been?
2: Umm, pretty okay I guess. Kinda boring.
3: Yeah, me too.

2: Although one thing happened. My baby brother was born yesterday.
[ensues a lot of squealing and giggling and "Ohmigod! How cccuuuutttteeee!!" and "Did you get to hold him??" "Babies are SO cool!"]

1: So does he have a name yet?
2: Umm, yeah. [looks uncomfortable]
1: What is it?
2: It's... Zebby.
1 & 3: WHAT? Did you say Zebby?

2: Yeah. I don't know WHAT the hell my parents were thinking. It's short for ZEBULON. There's my name, my brother E.Z., and now this freaky Zebulon business.

1: E.Z.?
2: Yeah, his real name is Ezekiel, which is freaky enough but at least it's biblical. Zebulon? Yeah, Zublon is completely idiotic. Poor Zebby!

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...and at this point I had to resist the urge to ask her what her name was. I would have peed in my pants if I found out it was something like "Jane."