According to our dentist's receptionist, we are Jim and Lynette. Time and time again, I've corrected this and I can't get her to stop calling us by those names.
After tomorrow they'll remember who I am because I'm having a cavity filled. And I am terrified of the dentist.
I'll probably freak out, cry and overall make a scene.
Afterward, I plan to give them one of my blog cards, tell them I'm going to write about my experience, then they'll see this "Jim and Lynette" blog, remember who we are, and start calling us by our given names: James and Jeannette.