So, last Christmas, I told Joe I'd sign him up for a cooking class at the Institute of Culinary Education, which I finally did last week. I got a confirmation email from a woman with what has to be the most unfortunate name I have ever heard: Mini Ho. MINI HO! I wish I actually knew her so that the name isn't second hand. She'd replace, or at least tie with the other most unfortunate name I had heard up until yesterday: Herr Harry Furr (husband of my high school German teacher). I can understand a couple with the last name of Ho deciding that their adorable daughter should be named Mini, which is a good American name with the bonus of resembling an Asian name. They probably didn't have any sort of insight into hip-hop culture, adopters of Eddie Murphy's comedy bit "I Wanna Be a Ho." Or, if Ms. Ho is old enough, they may have named her before that sketch even aired. But Mr. Furr's parents were American, and just didn't think about the repercussions of naming their son Harold. Harry Furr. Sigh.
I know there are legends of people named Candice Kane and Lemonjello, but I haven't met them. When I do, I will let you know.
Wait, Todd, don't you go to school with someone named Michael Hunt?
9.22.2008
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