I’m pretty ticked at my bank right now. I won’t tell you which one it is I’ve been using, but since I’m switching to pretty much any other bank I will hint at their name: despite their name, they did not pursue me as a customer. Instead of treat me like a valued customer they treated me like a faceless number with the needs of a used radish.
Good-bye crappy bank, I’m going to go find anywhere else to bank – preferably one with staff that think I’m human.
I have a problem: every time I run into a foreign name that is spelled out that is unfamiliar to me I read it backwards just to make sure someone isn’t playing a joke on me. I’ve read too many books, watched too many movies or something that causes me to do this. So far I have found zero actual cases of foreign names that are funny backwards… but I’m watching… waiting… I will not be fooled!
I won’t explain entirely why we got a poodle pup, but I will tell you this: he’s going to be called ‘girl’, ‘her’ and ‘she’ for most of his life by strangers because little, white, fluffy dogs lend themselves to it. Not my fault. But tonight we had a funny moment at the pet store. We had to go get a name tag so as to make sure when he escapes (and some time he will) he has a chance of being found, identified, and we can get a phone call (ideally). Evie was with Jessica and I and she handed the checker our bright red heart shaped name tag. The checker asked, “Did you get a new puppy?”
Evie joyfully replied, “Yes! His name is Hercules.”
The checker then enquired, “Hercules? Is he a big dog?”
Jessica and I both laughed out loud and she explained to the checker that Hercules was a miniature poodle. I predict this will be the first of many times that assumption comes about. There is no better ‘worst possible’ name for this dog. Except maybe “white armpit beast” which was one of my more creative suggestions. The family declined that name in favor of something else.
American Idol had a clip from House of Pain’s Jump in the background. A song that came up on the honey moon trip of Jessica and I. A song we didn’t pick, but one that we couldn’t remember the name of. I woke Jessica up late that night to tell her I had thought of the song’s name. It is NOT our song, but it does make me laugh every time I hear it.