|i've long stood by the belief that you can't choose your own nickname. it's bad karma.
When I was in grad school, my best friends were the class clowns. I used to laugh my ass off whenever I'd be sitting by them.
Our endocrinology teacher used to get on a roll talking really fast, "Protein-peptide-polypeptide renin-angiotensin type 1 receptors modulate angiotensin estrogen upregulation...
My buddy Travis kept a sheet of paper with a big number "3" drawn on it, and whenever the professor started reading off the lecture material at full speed, he'd hold up the number and nod his head as if he was at an auction.
My friend Neal got so bored in Microbiology that he would pass around surveys during class. My favorite was... "Boxers, briefs, bikinis... what's your favorite style of underwear?"
By the time it got to me, there were some great answers.
"Wool cabana shorts."
"Red tights and a matching cape."
"Depends Extra Absorbency."
"Nothing gets between me and my Calvins."
but the best entry was from our class valedictorian, of all people...
"Disney boxers. Gateway to the Magic Kingdom."
Anyway... unbeknownst to me, they all decided to start this stupid game on Tuesdays... "Last name only day." You can only address people by their last name.
[I know... these were future healthcare professionals playing these kindergarten games.
So I walk into class and say "Hey, Benny."
Benny slipped and almost called me by my first name... Bob.
"Hey Bah.... aahhhhhhhhhhhh... Lincoln!"
He got tormented by the rest of the group, and my nickname "Baja" stuck ever since.