I was reading another drivers blog, and for some reason this popped into my head. It harks back to the things people ask you in a cab.
We had, perhaps still have, a special needs passenger who would always start the ride with, "Hi, what's your name." I tried telling her what my name was a few times, but she was famous for doing this. It was her little attention getting thing to do, every day. She was a daytime rider, and any day driver has better things to do than to amuse a special needs passenger, like keep track of everything that's on the board, bid on calls, and in general try to make money. Amusing this person, basicly would cost you money. Once she got your attention, she expected you to talk to her, the whole ride.
So, I started to tell her my name was Duck. I was a duck, and a jive one at that. She'd say that I couldn't be Duck, but over the years, she's come to adress me as Duck. She even started talking to me, pretty much, like a fairly normal person. Wow, somebody respects me.