I have a new coworker named Mark, who has lived in the Bay Area for nearly ten years but still has a thick Australian accent. That makes two guys named Mark in my group, and to distinguish between them, we call one "intern Mark" (he was an intern a few years ago before joining full-time) and one "Maah-k", which is an exaggerated version of what it sounds like when he says his own name. I don't think he's entirely amused by it, but it's kind of stuck.
Anyway, D met him for the first time last week, when we went to dinner with a bunch of my coworkers (as an aside, Choi's Kitchen, in Santa Clara, is delicious). The conversation went something like this:
| D: | Hi, I'm D****. |
|---|---|
| Mark: | Hi, I'm "Maah-k". |
| D: | Hi "Maah-k". |
| Mark: | (a little irritated) Yes, I get it, I have a funny accent! |
| D: | (confused) Huh? |
In his defense, D honestly had no idea why Mark was so touchy about the pronounciation of his name.
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