I'll not forget this one until the day I die: Bloomer Waddle Lemon
I was working at a sporting goods store in 1976; my job was to fill out deer hunting licenses and collect money for same. This required a driver's license, so for 8 hours a day people shoved their license at me along with $8 and I wrote out licenses without having time to even look up at the line of custies. But when the license read "Bloomer Waddle Lemon" came across my counter, I did take a sneakpeak at the guy. He was HUGE so I did not so much as crack a smile.
Bloomer Waddle Lemon
I was working at a sporting goods store in 1976; my job was to fill out deer hunting licenses and collect money for same. This required a driver's license, so for 8 hours a day people shoved their license at me along with $8 and I wrote out licenses without having time to even look up at the line of custies. But when the license read "Bloomer Waddle Lemon" came across my counter, I did take a sneakpeak at the guy. He was HUGE so I did not so much as crack a smile.