Is this the greatest diner sign in the world or what? It's right on the other side of the parking lot to that lovely antique store, and I marvel every time I see it. I love it so much I'd like to buy it. Just a couple of problems: It's bigger than any single wall in my house, and I can't stand the nickname Barb. Actually, there's nothing wrong with the name. I just don't like being called that.
Various friends at different points in my life have called me B, and I like that. From time to time my daughter uses the name Bee in a text message, and I adore that. But the name Barb is short and harsh and unpleasant to my ear, particularly when I have the perfectly acceptable name Barbara. This isn't something that I lie awake at night and think about. It's just a peeve. And not one I've ever found a way to handle gracefully. Have any of you encountered something similar?
Anyway, I felt I had no choice but to revise the sign more to my liking.
And if any of you ever wanted to name a diner after yourself, here's your chance. If you do something fun with this photo, though, you better show me.