When we used to go out to dinner and had to leave a name Chuck always left the name Zero. I guess it amused him to hear the host/ess annouce, "Zero, party of 3, your table is ready." But then, Chuck is often easily amused.
Well, at one point, the whole Zero thing digressed, as things do around here. Zero was funny (I guess) but we started coming up with funnier options. We settled on Wjierd (the J is silent). It took some time for us to decide where that silent J would reside in the name, beginning, middle, end... and I guess we settled on the above spelling. So now when we give our name down, we say Wjierd, with a silent J. It always results in a very puzzled look from the host/ess and delights us no end.
Thing is the silent J is apparently not all that uncommon. My friend Anna who is Swedish has a silent J in her name. Sjodahl (pronounced Sherdahl, go figure, those Swedes are wacky folks).
So anyway, I'm in a meeting with a couple of potential new vendors this afternoon: Bud and Moe (I've changed their names for privacy). I take a look at Bud's business card and ask him to please say his last name (which is spelled Njboke). He says to me--serious as a heart attack (read this phonetically) Enboke, the J is silent.
Had my boss and a VP not been in this meeting I would have immediately excused myself to call my husband. But alas, I had to curtail that urge (and you know, I really hate that).
I dashed out of the meeting to call my husband Cjhuck and then get his freakin voicemail. VOICEMAIL. I'm ejxploding and get his fucking voicemail. But I left him a mjessage and he called me back. Because he got it. The only other person on the entire planet to get it. And he did.
Tjhat's jjust ojne rjeason wjhy I ljove hjim.
Posted by beth at August 8, 2003 06:47 PMHja hja hja! Hjilarious!
Posted by: Gavin at August 9, 2003 07:43 PM