Not a horror story, although I have plenty of those.
I work doing outbound collection calls for my company. Some days the hardest part of the job is making a call and having to address the customer by name without cracking up in laughter.
Today I found my favorite. A gentleman named Richard P. Johnson. I’ve also had a Willie Macock and a lovely woman named Pudge.
My maturity level is not high enough for these calls. But seriously, what are some parents even thinking when they name their child Dick Dick?