Back in my working days we had a warehouse manager named Rusty Locke. Another case of parents who thought it was cute.
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One of my clients in a previous life was named Richard Hummer.
There are, it has been said, two types of people in the world. There are those who, when presented with a glass that is exactly half full, say: this glass is half full. And then there are those who say: this glass is half empty. The world belongs, however, to those who can look at the glass and say: What's up with this glass? Excuse me? Excuse me? This is my glass? I don't think so. My glass was full! And it was a bigger glass!
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I had a friend in high school whose name was Polly. Yes she heard (not from me, though) all the jokes about wanting a cracker, etc. Her middle initial was E and for a long time, until she came to know that I was trustworthy, she wouldn’t expand on it. The day finally came that she admitted that she was named for two of her aunts, Polly and Esther. I said “Oh my gosh, your parents named you polyester!?!” She explained that her mom and dad had no knowledge of the plastic compound, they merely wanted to keep family names alive.
"....imitate the action of the Tiger."
Forty years ago when living in Northern Va there was a listing in the local phonebook (remember those) for a gynecologist in the physicians section. His name was Dr. Harry Beavers. I always assumed his choice of profession was a foregone conclusion!
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