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Just a quick sketch. This guy’s the owner of a nearby bowling alley. Whenever we go there to play a game or have a drink, he has this irritating habit of ending every sentence with my name. It’ll invariably go something like this:

- Hi, I’d like a beer please.
- Ah, a beer coming right up, Jurgen.
- Thanks. How much is that?
- One euro, Jurgen.
- Here you go.
- Thanks Jurgen!
- Oh, and do you have a lane free to play?
- Yes Jurgen! Is lane eight okay Jurgen?
- Sure, no problem.
- Right Jurgen. So. Can you tell me your names then, Jurgen?

Seriously! What’s up with that?