Both true stories. This morning I get up and head out to the bank to take care of some business. I run into a young lady, a co-worker who has been trying to set me up with her mom. She tells me she told her mom about me and I asked what did her mom say? She said she would keep me in mind. Now after 25 years of industrial sales, the mentality took over. I told Stacey I didn't know if I wanted her mom's number to ask her out for a date or for a follow up sales call. I gave Stacey my home number to give to her mom and when she called to ask for Blue Boy, because I would be holding my breath. American women, geeesh.
After that I get home and look in my mailbox and find an erotic gift especially for Lizzy Hardon with my address on it. It was sent to me by a special friend Heywood Jablowme. You don't even want to know what was in it. I have some demented friends and there will be hell to pay come Monday. Some of my friends have more money than brains and too much time on their hands or in there hands.
Another true story, I had to fill in a spot for a missing bowler in cousin's bowling league. I almost spit my beer all over my opponent when he introduced himself. His name---- Dick Lipps !!!
Though it does not bring the same immediate images (or at least a desire to REPRESS such images), I once worked with a man who's last name was "batman".
I'm sure he was likely asked about this on a daily basis, so I never brought up myself.
For some strange, but nevertheless morbid reason, some spanish speaking men in California have chosen to change their names to Aquiles Meo De La Torre (English: Here I pee on you from the tower)
Don't know if this pushes the bounds of good taste but I it is quite strange. In Moldova they speak Moldovan (Romanian) and Russian. And their menus are also written in the two languages. One write above the other. On one page the heading was:
"Suc
Cok"
Which cracked me up. My girl didn't get it at all.