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The Name Game: A Drabble
Tony Nelson paused curiously outside Roger's office. He could hear his friend on the phone; he didn't sound happy.
"How long have I worked here?" came the aggrieved voice from inside. "And how many times have I asked you to fix this?"
Tony knocked briefly, then let himself in.
"Do you think you could do it today?" Short silence. "OK, thanks."
Roger sighed, then held up the plaque on his desk that read 'Healy'. "With all the time I've been at NASA," he said, "You would think they could at least spell my name right."