What´s In A Name

Let´s make a time-warp to February 22nd, OK? Remember, Ingo had my surname for lunch.

And then we went to Wendy´s place at the Freo Markets - I´ll show(and tell) you my loot and story later.

And to the back Ingo saw my name yet again.

OK then. If this fella can do this...

Let´s scan "me".
Oh, what a fake!

You find one here:
Ingo grew up in a village, which is true. Bornhausen, to be exact.
He and his friends were playing, running, as kids in the country do, this is true, too.
He went with a milk bottle to the farmer and got fresh milk, I think that´s true, too. I certainly wasn´t there, though. (But he´s oooold, too!)
One day he crossed a wired fence, put down the lower part which ran loose and BOOOM - right in the eye!!!

This... is a joke, certainly, his Mum has the same, unlikely both had a fight with a wired fence, huh? ;-)

This...

Excuse me???
I have my Dad´s eyes, green-grey!
Reckon they mixed mine up.

I look more like Mike Wazowski!

Well. So... what´s in a name then?
In this special case: Disappointment. In the latter. Fun in the first (Ingo gets some shocked looks when people at first believe the fence-story, LOL).
Why didn´t I go back?
Not worth "a fight".
Sad thing is, a) it´s in my name, b) my Brother is an optometrist (amongst other).

My Brother btw... he made me a huge pressie the other day.
I said, "thank you for not being jealous of my travels" and he replied he´s proud of me.
Hey, after all I must have the best little Brother in the world, no.