When you have an unusual name you come to terms with the fact that people mishear and get it wrong. As a child it makes you stand out, as an adult I've got used to being called Andra, Audrea, Andrea, Auda, etc. and spending a good deal of time informing people that if they insist on calling me Audrey, then I'm going to have to kill them.
What you don't expect is to rock up at some airport across the other side of the world to where you live and excitable airline staff to shout "You're an AUDRA! How GREAT, I'm an Audra TOO! LOOK Marg, LOOK Dave, look at her passport (waves my passport around), she's an AUDRA!". And then go on to question me as to why I think I'm called it - her father liked an actress called Audra Lindley too it seems, she was in a film called Splendor in the Grass - whilst I listened to the huffs, puffs, coughs and moans from passengers behind me trying to check in for a rapidly approaching departing flight. Ah, bless! I've found a friend. We need to stick together us Audras, we're a rare breed!
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