Lost Opportunity

Today while I was sending a fax from an office supply store in town, another woman came by to place an order for...something that I don't remember. It's unimportant. When asked for her name so that it could be written down on the order form, she said, "Ishmael. I-S-H-M-A-E-L."

First off: coolest. name. ever.

Second: what a waste! It's only the coolest name ever because you can always respond with, "Call me Ishamel."

She'd obviously never read Moby Dick.
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