I thought I was going to get out of the ‘Why I am me’ challenge but it wasn’t to be. Thanks @katharsisdrill :)
Still it gives me an article topic to write about and I know you are all longing to know why I call myself this ridiculous name… right, do I hear YES? OK, so maybe not, but I will tell you anyway.
Here are the rules
• Tell us in your post how you chose the current Steemit username you have, the story behind it.
• Tell us your real name!
• If you could change your current Steemit username, which name would you choose and why? If you have a possible usernames list, mention it!
• Use the tag #steemitnamechallenge so that I can track all the posts and check them out
• Nominate 5 people for this challenge
Here is the Story
Once upon a time I left school and my first ever job was at a horrible supermarket named Kwiksave. From time to time, I wake up to Nightmare’s that I’m still working there.
The business however, no longer exists as it went bust in 2007. Going ‘bust’ is a British expression for going into administration or more simply closing down.
A typical Kwiksave, who would not want to work there?
But to get to the heart of this, I worked as a shelf filler or ‘stock lad’ for the best part of four years. I detested the job and so did my colleague’s. To make the work less tedious we made up a few names for some of the more outrageous looking customers who frequented the aisles in search of buying their cans of beans or whatever.
One such gentleman was one of the most slovenly people I have ever seen. He never seemed to wash, so whoever was on ‘aisle watch’ had to issue health warnings to us all to run for cover. It was a crappy job but we didn’t want to die of toxic fumes.
As well as stinking to high heaven, this bloke used to ‘slobber’. I mean his chin was always wet and his tongue used to frequently hang out of his mouth a little like those dogs with huge pink tongues. Of course, to us extremely bored and overworked ‘stock lads’, this character became known as ‘Slobberchops’.
While it’s not really politically correct to disrespect disabled people, as that’s what he was, you have to remember I was 17 years old, quite reckless and wild in those days. Besides, we had to create something to kill the tedium.
So the name kind of stuck in my head, and when I found the picture of the positively googly-eyed, drooling lunatic with dripping saliva. Well… it all started fitting together like a jigsaw puzzle.
So there you have it, a part of my life story revealed.
And no dammit, I’m not telling you my real name!
I’m supposed to nominate FIVE more people to reveal the history of their names now but I’m only picking THREE, so here goes.
@teamhumble,@stav, @appguy. No pressure, if you want to ignore this then do so. I hate chain letters too!
If you found this article so invigorating that you are now a positively googly-eyed, drooling lunatic with dripping saliva or even if you liked it just a bit, then please upvote, comment, resteem, engage me or all of these things.