Years ago we were discussing unfortunate name combinations at work. A coworker's last name was Hunt, and her husband's name was, sure enough, Michael.

I brought this up, expecting that everyone would just sound it out mentally. A young female athletic trainer blurted out "So what's wrong with Mike Hunt?"

I have never seen a face turn red so fast.

In elementary school, the nun always read the roll with the last name first. Always in a deadpan voice and you were expected to say loudly and clearly, PRESENT SISTER.

We were all in great anticipation as the names were read alphabetically. She finally finished the Rs and got to the Ss, and she loudly proclaimed SUPER PETER. The class roared with laughter, while she looked dumbfounded. So she said the name again and poor Peter exclaimed PRESENT SISTER.