For Trifecta Eighty Three we have the following prompt, which of course is the third definition from the Merriam Webster Online Dictionary. Using at least 33 but no more than 333 words, you can join the fun!
RUSTY
1: affected by or as if by rust; especially : stiff with or as if with rust
2: inept and slow through lack of practice or old age
3a : of the color rust
My response:
“Rusty. Who names their child Rusty? I mean that is like how you describe the old piece of farm equipment your grandpa bought in Nineteen ought something and left tucked in the corner of the field when technology rendered it obsolete. It is not the name of a child you are proud of. For the love of Pete! Every year they publish these books witch scads of great names to give to the progeny of your loins. Rusty was all you could come up with? Really?”
The boy kicks the dirt as he continues to vent on his parents’ choice of a name.
“I get that it is a family name, but those people don’t even bother to come visit us. If it is all the same to you I will roll back to my more formal name, Russell. At least that sounds more important. Yes, I know the color of my hair is a rusty tint and I suppose you can use that in your argument that the name has merit, but that is something else I am not so pleased with. I mean I have been called Ginger by so many people I am not sure if it will not stick as my nickname. I am just waiting for someone to combine them and call me “Rusty Ginger”! I just want to say thanks mom and dad. Thanks a lot!”
Joe's Musings 
I like how you wrote about a name. Names are something huh? I had friends fret over what to name their child for fear they would be made fun of. I said don’t bother, name the kid what you want – kids will make fun of anything – if not the first name then the last. I was given a silly nickname in grade school using my last name – nothing I can do about that!
Rusty Ginger is a riot. I’m assuming you’ve heard Tim Minchin’s song?
No, I haven’t. My wife is a redhead and my son has enough that he is accepted into the ginger fraternity/sorority at school.
Poor kid. I feel his pain.
Ah! Nice read. I almost went with the name as well.
I had a manager named Lawrence but everyone called him Rusty for some reason o__O I suppose that’s better than Lawrence haha
You really got inside this kid’s head. Well done. I can relate. My parents gave me my mother and grandmother’s first name, but decided to call me my middle name, Stephanie. All through school I had to correct the name teachers had on their roster. Being shy I turned red every new school year when I spoke up. And then the ridicule when the kids found out and made fun of me – because I didn’t want to be called my first name, not because it was stupid (Frances). So I feel this kid’s frustration. And that was probably more information than you wanted. 🙂
When my wife went to high school she wanted everyone to call her Beth instead of Libby, She couldn’t remember to answer to Beth so had to revert.
I scribbled notes onto my pad as we walked along the dusty path. “And how does their choice of your name make you feel, truly feel?”
I have an aunt middle-named “Honey”. Cute for everyone else, embarrassing for her, especially since “Bunn” was her maiden! taahehehe
This was a great way to use the prompt. I enjoyed this story.
Rusty Ginger…bwahaha! I love it!