Some parents are bastards.

[kingandy]

If your surname was "Thomas" you wouldn't call your son "John", now would you? Apparently you would; one of the phone girls in the office was overheard talking to a gentleman of such appellation. She was unaware of the slang term at the time and now has to ring him back without laughing.

Assuming that is, of course, his real name.

This prompted a brief discussion in the office. Apparently Paul once knew a boy - a vicar's son, no less - by name of Richard Seaman. He also had a pair of gym teachers called Stretch and Stride. We are forced to conclude that it is, in point of fact, a funny old world.

UPDATE: The same girl has just called John Connors.

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[whimsicalfool.livejournal.com]

I was working in a retail department store in high school, and a kindly old man came in. He was of some Asian heritage, and did not speak English very well. I was training a new employee, and explained to her that when you are given a credit card, you swipe it and then, as they sign, package their purchase and say "Thank you, Mr. So-and-so, have a nice day!" So, I was going to demonstrate on this customer.

So I swipe his card, he's signing, and I read the name: Mr. D. Suksombooti. Suck some booty. No matter how you slice it, I dunno how to say that name in an inoffensive way. I made it through the transaction, then walked into the stockroom with a very purple face, and laughed for a solid five minutes before I told my coworkers what happened.

I wonder about that poor man, and if he has any idea why pizza places, restaurants, doctor's offices, and the ilk don't take him seriously.