...would be just as confused. Trust me.
I went by the store to grab a half-gallon of ice cream, right? As Mike and I are checking out, I see the cashier's nametag out of the corner of my eye, and my eye's corner gasps. Chastity? There's an outdated, Puritanical name, I muse.
No wait.
It's Chasity. Never mind. I wonder if maybe, somewhere along the line, someone just couldn't spell.
Could be. I found a checker the other day whose last name was Pendragon. No kidding.
ReplyDeleteSo wierd.
ReplyDeleteSomewhere out there, in this great wide world, is a little girl named Placenta.
ReplyDeleteI heard it from a friend who heard it from a friend who listened in on a conversation where the mother chose it for a name.
That girl is going to have a hard time in highscool.
I have a friend named Chasity, I didn't know there were two. It's pretty much the same thing, just without the 't', though why, I don't know.
ReplyDeleteI have a distant relative that has the same name as a disease. Can't remember it at the moment.
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