My name is...

So today I got called something very unusual.

A young girl (and by young I mean 18) came in today with two young kids, 1 at each side holding her hands. Since the kids were walking on their own comfortably, I'd have to estimate their ages to be around 3 or 4. She didn't look too poor and was not rude at all. Instead I would guess that she was from a Puritan like or Orthodox community, judging from what she said next. While I was helping locate her prescription, she saw my necklace (that says Dior on it) and told me she liked it. Then she asked if my name was DIOR.

Uhhhh...

I don't think I have to even write anymore.