Although you may be tempted to think otherwise, my name is not actually Jeff Daniels.
On October 25, 1991, my parents christened me Jeffrey Thomas Daniel, the sixth in a line of proud Devon-folk living in southwestern Ontario, Canada. However, my surname, which itself is rather rare, bares an almost uncanny resemblance to the rather-more-common surname "Daniels", not to mention the even-more-common male given name "Daniel".
Over the past sixteen years, these rather unfortunate coincidences have caused me near-endless frustration and inconvenience. How many printed programs must declare Jeff Daniels as the quartet's alto saxophonist or the portrayer of Benjamin Pontipee in the local church's rendition of Seven Brides for Seven Brothers? And whenever I register for a local sporting event or national trivia competition, must I always be subjected to the same tiresome conversation with the registrar?
Registrar: "Last Name?"
Jeff Daniel: "Daniel."
Registrar: "No, your last name."
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But I digress. All this business of proper names isn't really that important. I'm not a complainer, and as long as they don't call me "Hey you!" or "That geeky guy who refuses to socialize with others", I'll be thankful.
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