'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
One of the reasons I switched to Raq was that I was really bored with everyone spelling "Rachel" as "Rachael."
People do okay with my last name, but it tends to be illuminating about their interests which "as in?" they go with. "As in the gun?" "As in the cathedral?" "As in the town?" "As in Charles Emerson?"
So far one person has said "As in the brothers in Supernatural?" And that was a Colombian hotel desk clerk.
Ooh, score for him, Raq.
I'm always amazed how many people are confused by my last name. It's just ... an Irish name, and it's spelled exactly like it sounds. But I get Gravy and Garver and all kinds of stuff.
Beverly's last name is much harder than mine. Mine at least has enough vowels.
I used to try "As in a light bulb" but that confuses some people even more.
Well, of course, V as in Vampire. That's just logic.
I think, out of the six letters in my last name, I only consistantly spell out the first three. Like some character from another realm who thinks that the spy is named Bondjamesbond. But more like BondBeeOhhEnn. Ish.
Names is weird.
And I really only changed mine so it wouldn't be the same as my sister's. She should have had her bad marriage first. I'd have had more options.
People pronounce "Fogelson" as "Ferguson" more often than not. Or "Fah-jel-son." I don't know how they get the latter from the former, but the poor checkout clerks who have to chirp "Thank you, Ms.[name on credit card]" have a terrible time of it.
I meant to marry John Smith, I swear, so as to A. get into the first half of the alphabet, and B. have an easily recognized and spelled last name.
Then you get a lot of, "oh there are hundreds of people with your name in our system, can you give us more information".
I once worked with a woman who had married John Smith. Checking into hotels and motels was always interesting.
One of my sisters dated a John Smith in high school (technically John Smith, Jr.). Another married a Tom Jones.
My anthropology instructor was Dr. Linda Smith. She said she'd give her name and get lots of "Yeah, right!" type responses.