|The Mage Sister||
It happens in darn near every office in which I work – we all end up with silly nicknames. Some I won’t repeat because they aren’t nice, and we don’t really want the people attached to them to know we call them that anyway.
My nickname is Ginger. There is, of course, Showgirl Lisa, because she often breaks out into song during the day. There is Wee Lisa, not to be confused with Showgirl Lisa, because she is teeny-tiny, and Groovy Mary, aka Glug, who hits the water jug so heavily we suspect she may be spiking it with diazepam. Thus, she’s grrrooooovy. Then there is Myfanway Moonypants – Pants for short. “Hey Pants!” I greet her every morning. “Hey Gingey!” she responds. She likes being called ‘Pants’ – she thinks it sounds mysterious.
She was originally Myfanwy Fancypants, but one fateful day, we had no choice but to change it to Moonypants. Yes, it was an edict of the highest order. Zeus himself, came down from on high and said, “Thou shalt now be known as Moonypants!” and, as you well know, you daren’t get sassy with Zeus or he’ll turn you into something unpleasant like a puddle or a cockroach. Why, you ask?
It was a day like any other in the admin/transcription pool. We were happily working away and chatting, like we do. One of the girls, Dublin, because she was born there, had her work cart a wee bit too far out in the passage way as Pants walked by. The cart had a hook. Pants had… well, pants – she was wearing scrubs. ‘Was’ is an important word in that sentence because as she walked by, she got caught on the hook and, suddenly, she wasn’t wearing pants anymore.
“Eeek!” shrieked Pants. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!” shrieked Dublin. Pandemonium ensued as Pants hopped around with her scrubs around her knees, mooning the entire admin pool while knocking things over as she struggled to keep her balance and simultaneously re-hoist her britches. Women squealed, dodging flying pens and paperclips and staplers and moonpies. I would have rushed to the assistance of my friend, however I was paralyzed in my chair, giggling helplessly.
And so was the legend of how Myfanwy Fancypants became Myfanwy Moonypants. And, unfortunately, most of this is actually not a whopper.