Ms. Becky Morgan?” The nurse had to shout to be heard above the din. “That’s me, well, sort of. It’s Morgan Becky; Morgan is my first name, not my last.” The clinic was extremely busy today. She had been there since eight this morning and it was now going on two. Her back hurt and she had to pee really, really bad. The lady at the desk had told her if she missed when they called her name, she would have to start at the top again. So she wasn’t chancing starting this day all over. “It says right here that it’s Becky Morgan. I don’t see nothing that says Morgan Becky.” The woman looked to be in her mid-twenties, Morgan thought. She was chewing gum and popping it like it was going to be the next Olympic sport and she was going for the gold. “No, it says Becky comma Morgan. The form said to give last name first, the first name last. That’s what I did. So it’s Morgan Becky. Sorry.” “Really, that’s a comma? Well, duh. Look, I don’t care what your friggin’ name is.
