One of my sisters is named Elizabeth.
I LOVED calling her “Lizard”! That was one of the great things that got a rise out of her...
Liz? She would answer without a second thought, any more than she would Beth.
It is great to pull the legs of people whose mother, or they, have determined that ONLY their full proper names are to be used.
Or wife.
I worked with a Peter, who preferred Pete...but whose wife DEMANDED he be called PETER in her presence.
She became incensed if anyone dared desecrate his name, and he better not contradict her, either.
I told her once that she must be confused; Peter spends his days eating pumpkins; Pete runs an ICU at night. Other times, others gigged her just to watch, too.
Since she was neither employee nor patient's family, it was fun to unglue her on the rare occasions she brought him his dinner around 1 AM. Pete would laugh about it...after wify-poo left.
Aside: the rest of us on the unit were his age or OLDER; no one was younger than he was.
We use to know a young woman we called Lizard... lost touch, but she loved the nickname.