Named
All my editors are named David. Well, okay, three of them are. But that's still a veritable lot -- provided that a veritable lot consists of at least three items.
In any case, this situation poses a problem for me each time one of the Davids calls up and says, "Hey, it's David. I have a question about the article you just wrote."
It's not that I don't want to be on a first name basis with these Davids. But you can see how this is just a sitcom in the making.
Anyway, the point is that I'm sure there are still other Editor Davids (or is that Editors David?) toiling away unnoticed in the offices of the publications for which I write. And I am sure they will come out of the woodwork soon enough. And when they do, they will refuse to identify themselves thoroughly just to spite me.
I think I was joking as well...
Ummm... I think he was joking, Jake.
" And when they do, they will refuse to identify themselves thoroughly just to spite me. "
Ummm... Gimme an M! Gimmie an E! Gimmie a G! Gimmie an A! Gimmie an L! Et Cetera! Et Cetera!