Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Think outside the name

The crackbook junkie that I am, I was online while I waited for the baby to go back to sleep. I actually caught my aunt online. I was chatting with her and she said she had a funny story to tell me. She told me and I insisted she get a copy of the receipt to me. Through the magic of facebook, she obliged, and I am able to entertain you here with this case of WTF-ness.

In her words: "went to tacobell tonite for dinner and you give your first name for meal pick up when you order inside,right, well i gave my name as rita cause that is my name,right, it is spelled rita, so this guy calls my name i pick up the order and glance down at the receipt and see that he has written RHEE-duh"

In case you need a translation from my overworked aunt's extensive run-on sentence: She went to Taco Bell and when you place your order inside they ask your first name for pickup. (Like they do at Starbucks). She gets her food, looks down at her receipt and sees that he's grossly misspelled her name. He in fact, he OVER spelled it. She didn't spell her name for this guy, so he spelled it phonetically. I'm sure my Grandmere was just pleased as punch to learn her daughter's name was spelled wrong all this time. What's even funnier is my cousin works for another Taco Bell store a few miles away from this one.

Poor taco guy. He worked overtime on that one and didn't get any extra pay for it.

Saturday, December 26, 2009

fun party tricks

I only gave this post the title I did because the individual I encountered at dinner was such a good sport and had a great sense of humor about things. She was out with friends and just having a good time. Then I entered the picture. I was futzing with my camera trying to get a picture of my FIL and my uncooperative son. I heard my oldest son say "oh grossss" and the gaggle of people at the next table burst out laughing. One of them apologized saying "oops, I forgot there was a family eating behind me." Well little did he realize we are not the easily offended type of clan. He was taking a picture of this:

I asked the woman if I could post a picture on my blog and she was ok with it. It wasn't till I snapped the picture that I realized wait...she's lacking a digit, not double jointed like my son thought. I asked if it was a birth defect, and she said it was, and it's called ectrodactyly. She said it was genetic and other relatives had it as well. I used google and wasn't thrilled with the results, but then again, I'm hardly thrilled with anything I get from there of late.
I left her the blog address in case she wanted to see what I said. First off, I was made fun of as a kid, so I'm sure she was too, hence her apparent (and I could be totally wrong here) thick skin. Second, I was interested in any other information or stories about her unusual gift that she might be willing to share. Yes, we're usually snarky and poke fun at things. And any time we do that it's well deserved. But this was just so cool looking that I wanted to share it with our readers.