Maximilian Fontwhistle has professed to being furious about wasting energy trying to be a good neighbour.
“For eight years my neighbour has been calling me Greg.” Max explained. “It had become excruciating. One day someone was going to catch him at it and correct him and that would be it. He was going to look at me and wonder why the fuck I hadn’t corrected him in eight years? It was like the sword of Damocles hanging over my head.”
So Greg, I mean Maximilian, decided to tackle the issue head on to save on future embarrassment.
“I told him, look, I’m really sorry, I don’t know why you call me Greg, my name is Maximilian.”
It came as a surprise.
“We laughed about it. Although I could tell he now thought I was weird.”
And it was all for nothing. Shortly after Maximilian’s neighbour’s wife booted him out after discovering he was having an affair.
“Talk about a wasted effort! I should have saved my energies.”
And the name of Maximilian’s ex-neighbour?
“Beats me. I never asked.”
