You know what's funny?
It is the population of white, middle-aged men in my life who feel free to shorten my name to Trish. They do so as soon as they meet me.
"Hi, my name is Tricia."
"Well, it's nice to meet you, Trish."
And so it goes. I'm pretty sure it's my charm. Or maybe theirs.
I don't mind. It's just funny.