That's unfortunate

I can’t help but laugh at my clever little title for this ever-so-brief entry. It cracks me up. It stems from an incident in which Mynamyn and Duchess were taking HEPE together, way back in the day, and they ran across a picture in their textbook of a man who had elephantitis of the testicles. Myn’s response was, “Ohhhhhh. . . that’s unfortunate.” Haha, it still makes me laugh. The guy apparently had to carry himself around in a wheelbarrow. I’m kind of glad I wasn’t there at the time, though. That can’t be a pretty sight.

Anyway, today’s unfortunate incident stems from a gentleman I was doing some business with at work. His name was Richard Cox, but he went by Dick. Now that is an unfortunate name. I won’t even elucidate all the ways that name could be made fun of, but suffice it to say that it’s one of the most unfortunate names I’ve ever run across. What were those parents thinking when they named Poor Richard? They must have known to what grade-school horrors it would rendered him vulnerable.

My name also opened me to easy and frequent ridicule, although most of it wasn’t of the same nature as Dick Cox. No, I’m not talking about Benvolio, I’m talking about my real name. Although if my real name was Benvolio I’d probably get made fun of more. Little kids are so cruel. I’d probably go by Ben.