Or you can call me Ray...

There's a developmentally disabled employee in the dining hall.  He loves everybody, female or male, and tells them so.  (I worked here a year before he told me he loves me.)

For the past few months, he had been calling me by Skippy's name.  However, when I walked in with Skippy a couple weeks ago, he obviously couldn't call me "Skippy", so I became "Chris".  He called me that again today.

Actually, I'd be kind of flattered if you called me Johnson.