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Zed or Zee, it works for me.

1st Jan, 2012 | Posted by in Blog

So this is the very first instalment of the DOTY blog and I was hoping for something like Hangover Day, Sleep-in Late Day or Keep a Bucket Next to Your Bed Day. But no, today is Z Day, which is quite a challenge in itself and even more so when you’ve woken up with a hangover, having slept-in late with a bucket next to your bed. Happy New Year, by the way.

Apparently I need to let someone whose name begins with Z go before me in a queue, or something along those lines. (Heh, ‘lines’, get it? Queue, lines… never mind.) Anyway, who do I know whose name begins with Z? It’s not exactly very common round these parts and I have neither the time nor the inclination to pose the question to random people shopping in Tesco, not without practicing my nervous twitch. I could wrack my brains but instead I do what our generation does more than anything else in an average day; I check Facebook.

Click on ‘Friends’, type the letter Z, wait 0.07 seconds, voila! Apparently I know five Zoës and one girl whose name doesn’t include a Z at all but she came up anyway. Good for her. The point is, I know five Zoës (I don’t know anyone with a surname beginning with Z, so this’ll have to do). One lives in London, two are in West Yorkshire and the fourth is somewhere beginning with C that’s slipped my mind; I know it’s miles away, though. However, my good friend Zoë Hughes lives right here in Hull, just around the corner, so she became the lucky beneficiary of a Sutherland-brand queue jumper.

For your reference, here’s a transcript of our short phone conversation:

  • ME: “Hey, ZoHu.”
  • ZOË: “Hey, lovely, how’s it going?”
  • ME: “Good, thanks. Yeah, good. Gooooooooood.”
  • ZOË: “That’s… good… then?”
  • ME: “I need you.”
  • ZOË: “…Rich, we’ve talked about this.”
  • ME: “I mean for coffee. Today. I need you to come for a coffee with me. I’m, er, bored.”
  • ZOË: “Oh…”
  • ME: “And only you can satisfy my unquenchable thirst for thrill and… mild peril.”
  • ZOË: “…”
  • ME: “So, coffee?”

Granted, it could have gone better, but within the hour we were in a nearby coffee shop, waiting in line to order something that would be more syrup and Pick ‘n’ Mix than caffeine, but it was only as I arrived at the head of the queue that I remembered the reason for the visit. Grabbing Zoë by the shoulders, I thrust her to the counter, grinning down like a giant idiot, and nodded my encouragement as if she were a performing pet. Five minutes later we were sitting silently at a small table, a smug look plastered across my face as I watched my friend take impressively large gulps and desperately try to make eye contact with a passing member of staff.

So today, Z Day, was a success; only 365 days still to go (curse you, 2012, you pesky leap year!) Oh, and did I mention that Zoë paid for the drinks? A most excellent result, I just hope I see her again to repay the favour in regular A-Z fashion.

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Rich Sutherland

Rich is a copywriter and social media manager who loves writing about random things in his spare time. Between weekly posts for Days of the Year, he can be found on his blog, Facebook, Twitter, Google+ and Instagram. He also writes short stories within 140 characters on his @tinyweefiction channel. If you see him in the street, make sure to wave (he's 6'4" with glasses, a beard and rockabilly hair - can't miss him).
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