One of the disadvantages of being an Alexander is the persistence with which people keep trying to change your name; company bureaucracies and hotel receptionists being the worst offenders. Here in Oman I’ve encountered a novel, Arabian twist on the theme:
Thanks, Bank Dhofar.
I just love this!
I’ve got to a point where I want to snarl at people who call me Alexandra. And I used to be quite accustomed to answering to Anderson.