Last week I shared with you a list of my past nicknames. But
I forgot one. An epic one.
Here’s the story:
When I first moved to the Midwest, I made it a point to
accept any lunch invitation extended to me at my new job. So when some of my
new team members asked me to go to lunch, I assumed it was going to be the standard
“How do you like the job”-type business talk. Nope.
One of the guys, Navin*,
liked to tell a story to new team members about a guy he went to high school
with. The guy only had one testicle and had been nicknamed
“One Nut Jones**” behind his back. Well, one day the guy discovers his nickname
and the story ends with a surprise that you’re expecting to be hilarious, but
turns out to be shocking. Which is why Navin liked to tell it to new employees—to
test them and haze them a bit.
So Navin tells me the story and I’m shocked. But then I tell
him, “You have no way of knowing how many testicles I have. I could have one nut, too.” and before
the words are out of my mouth, one of the other guys goes “Whatever, Two Nad
Tad”. And, thus, a nickname was born.
*Not his real name
**Not his real name either
