Some people call me Maurice.
My name isn’t Maurice, mind you.
But Maurice was the name of the guy I replaced at the store.
And they didn’t have any new company shirts in my size.
So, they gave me Maurice’s shirts, with his name on a patch, sewed on to the front.
“We’ll get you your own patches,” said the manager.
But after a day of getting called Maurice, it kinda grew on me.
The next day, Maurice came back for his paycheck.
It said “John” on it.
“Yeah, the same thing happened to me,” said Maurice… I mean John.