...Is My Middle Name

Double-G comes over mid-afternoon with a query. Since the location of my desk means I have my back to most people, I don't realise he has come to see me until he is standing right behind me.

"Emelectic Jemima," he says and I look up with a start, thinking I have misheard him. I give him a confused smile and he smiles back with his toothy grin. "There's a student to see you."
I laugh and tell him, "Er...that's not my middle name."
"What is your middle name?" he asks.
"I'm not telling you that!" I reply, knowing full well that as Office Manager, he deals with some of the HR issues for our department and in any case, all staff have access to the staff database.
"Well, I can just look it up on the system."
"I know, but at least that way you can just read it and not say it out loud in the office!" He laughed and went to speak to someone else, as I went to speak to the student.

Later on, he turns up again. "Emelectric Petrula."
I burst out laughing. "Where do you get these from?!"
"I don't know," he answers, smiling, "When I see you, they just come to me."
"I just inspire these odd names?" I ask. "Hmm, understandable."

15 minutes later, he is back. "Emelectric Magdalena."
I am still cracking up. "Where on earth are you getting these names?!"
He looks at me for a second, narrowing his eyes slightly. "When I see you, I think of a person who, you know, can read palms or something."
I look at him, slightly puzzled. Seeing my expression, he continues, "It takes a very creative person to do that, to look into someone's eyes and see..."
"...their soul through their palm?" I ask, interrupting and laughing.
"Yes," he agrees, smiling, " It takes a special person."

Er...thanks...? It's not the first time I've been called 'special.' Not sure how I feel about that.