Today at work, a child said hello to me. I smiled and said a friendly hello back to him.
His father (I assume), who seemed nice looked at my name badge, as if to help teach his son how to read and recognise names and told him, with certainty, and a knowing smile to me, “I’ll bet this fella isn’t really called Nicol”.
As if I’ve borrowed a colleague’s name badge, indiscriminate of gender.
“No, I am.”
“Oh… Really? That’s not… Oh.”
He was a little awkward, but not for making a mistaken assumption, just for pointing out that I have a name that he assumes is a misspelling of that of a female, and how embarrassed that must make me.
“Not heard that one before.”
“It’s my name. I’m pretty into it”