On Thursday morning my car wouldn’t start, and I had to get a tow truck to take it to my mechanic. While sitting in the cab of the tow truck (I didn’t know Ford made an ‘F650’), the driver asked me how to spell my name. After I gave him the correct spelling, he stated that he was wondering about my name because the dispatcher had sent him (via a text message) a name that didn’t make any sense to him at all. He showed me the text message…., “Dunphy” was spelled “Donxiy”!
I rode in the tow truck to the mechanic’s, and was subjected to ultra right wing talk radio. I have to admit that I don’t like talk radio in general, but this was especially heinous.
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