William Shakespeare 's ' The Crucible ' Essay
“Good morning Richard,” I said.
“Good morning Anna,” Richard said and winked.
He was a bastard. He called me Anna because he had heard Charlie call me Anna at the airport. He had certainly seen me dancing with Charlie last night. I felt this meant he thought Charlie was the boyfriend.
I was not going to let on he was bothering me in any way, but I certainly did not want him walking around calling me Anna now.
I took a sip of my coffee and asked, “Why are you calling me Anna now?”
“Did I just call you Anna?” He said.
Richard had a smug look on his face and was attempting to act as if he was unaware of what he had said. I thought to myself, what a dick.
I kept my thoughts to myself and said, “Yes, you did.”
“You don’t like being called Anna?” Richard said raising an eyebrow at me.
“Not particularly. I’d like it if you called me Annalisa like you always have.” I couldn’t help but be snarky and added, “Do you want me to start calling you Dick?”
We both looked at each other for about 20 seconds. I wasn’t backing down.
"What? Dick is a nickname for Richard the same way Anna is a nickname for Annalisa. You want to do nicknames; I 'll do nicknames." I challenged him.
“Okay sorry, Annalisa,” Richard said. He evidently had thought the better of it and backed off.