Yesterday during a conference call, I picked up a newspaper that had been lying on my desk and laughed out loud at the expert on the front page. Of course, I happened to laugh when one of my colleagues was discussing the fishing out of dead bodies from New Orleans, but I recovered miserably with a "I have to laugh or I'm going to cry."
The cause of yet another social faux pas: L. Glasscock. That was the guy's name. Well, I abbreviated the first name to protect the unfortunate, but you get the point. that's just a bad name.
It reminded me of the names that I would randomly come across in my time doing phone solications. I kept a list and am sharing them with you:
Curley Bumpus (Perhaps a different take on “bumpin’ nasties”)
Hugh Callaly (say this one out loud)
Wayne Chunn (Everybody have fun tonight!)
Crystal Glass
Mary Beaver
Harry Person
Teenie Hooker
Muff Farmer
Marina Plant
Oakerlene Corpier (it’s just funny)
Sometimes I'm more like a 12 year-old than I would like to admit!
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