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I’M A PERSON
My dad’s name was Alfred Person. Information listed
him with only his first name’s initial: Person, A. In the mood for
fun, I called directory assistance and asked for the telephone number of A.
Person in Paterson, New Jersey.
“What
is the name?” she asked.
“A.
Person in Paterson, New Jersey,” I repeated.
“Don’t
be smart with me.”
“I’m
not. I’m looking for A. Person in Paters—”
She
hung up on me.
My dad
made a dinner reservation to celebrate my mom’s birthday, saying, “Five
persons, and the name is Person.” We got to the restaurant, but had no
reservation and had to wait an hour to be seated because the hostess thought
Dad’s call was a prank.
When my
brother left for college, Dad told him to call person-to-person. A week later,
my homesick brother telephoned.
The
operator said, “What is your name, please?”
“Philip
Person.”
“And
who do you wish to call?”
“Alfred Person.”
“Let me
get this straight. This is a person-to-person phone call from Philip Person to
Alfred Person?”
“Yes.”
When
Dad spoke at meetings, he was introduced as “Alfred Person, in person.” He
never worked in a Personnel Department.
I
always hear, “You’re an actual person, huh?” or “What kind of person are you?”
or “Look, it’s Elaine Person!” That sounds like “a lame
person,” right?
One of
my nicknames was Ms. Personality. I liked that. In eighth grade, a friend
dubbed me “People.” I didn’t like that. The first day of high school, he
shouted down the hall, “Hey, People!”
I said, “We’re grown up now. Don’t call me that anymore.”
Often
people don’t believe their ears and think I’m Pearson, or add an “S” to Person,
which makes me plural. I’m not married, so I say, “Person: I’m single, and
it’s singular.”
My dad told
people, “You’re a person, and I’m a Person.” In his case, he really was A.
Person.
During phone calls,
I spell “Person” to people who want to make it what it’s not. “Person. You
know, P-E-R-S-O-N—the simple word you learned to spell in grade school. It’s
easy. Like Smith. S-M-I-T-H, but it’s Person.” My niece got married, and
her last name changed from Person to Smith.
My parents
could have made things worse by naming my brother Rich, Frank, Harry, or Tanner
Person. My sister and I could have been Merry, Gabby, Minnie, or Ima Person.
My brother
dated Rhonda Small. Had he married her, she would be Rhonda Small Person.
In college,
it was rumored that my last name used to be Mann, but with women’s liberation I
changed it to Person.
A friend came to pick me up from the
hospital’s emergency room. At the information desk, she said, “I’m here
for…uh…‘Person.’”
The employee said, “Of course
you’re here for a person. This isn’t a veterinary clinic.” My friend found out
what I go through daily.
My
name is Miss Elaine E. S. Person. Miscellaneous Person. I’m a real person.