When I was growing up there was a kid in the neighbourhood who picked up the unfortunate nickname, “Wiener”. I don’t remember who came up with it, or why, but it seemed fitting somehow.

Inexplicably, Wiener’s mother got the idea that the nickname was something that he liked to call himself, and regularly gave him hell over it. Of course, this created a vicious feedback loop: we found out that his mother punished him whenever she overheard us calling him Wiener, so we made a point of trying to get him into trouble by using the nickname even more forcefully (”Hey, Wiener, is that your mother? Hi, Mrs. Wiener! Can Wiener come with us to the store?”).

Poor bastard.

Wiener, if you’re out there, I apologize on behalf of all the mean kids in the neighbourhood. Please convey this to Mrs. Wiener too, if you’d be so kind.

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