Years ago I worked in a treatment center with a nun. She said one of her duties as a novice (soon after Vatican II) was to drive the country roads around the convent checking on elderly folks and shut-ins. One day she saw a mailbox with the name Ophelia Bosom. None of the sisters would believe her till she took a couple with her and showed them.

Young people who are polite think my name is Mister Mike. I tell the others it's "That's MISTER Dude to you, son."

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Oh well, what the hell.