This happened to me once, in reverse. A mailman had my same surname and was from the same town as my father.
He really was interested in finding out if we were somehow related, but I was, like, “buddy, I worked night shift, please, let me sleep”.
He was a bit disappointed in my reaction, and I still think about it. I don’t know where you are now, random maybe-distantly-related mail buddy, but I want you to know that I’m sorry and I wish you the best.
I used to drive a white 1997 Crown Vic police. I’m on the highway one Saturday morning on the way to a work site, and I am passing a black Firebird. As I pass, I look over to see it’s being driven by a uniformed state trooper.
It’s a fully outfitted undercover car, and he pulls me over. I tried to make light of the situation, a “normal” car pulling over a “police” car. The officer was not at all impressed.
Some people are a bit too earnest.
Earlier, OP ran over three children and a puppy while their license plate was expired.
Ho opted out of the rom-com with you!
Give him a break. He didn’t have his coffee yet.
So? It’s pretty normal if he really had that name. People have usually heard all name jokes about their own name before.
If my name was John Cornwall and I was from Kent and I met a guy named Aaron Kent from Cornwall, that would at least be an interesting coincidence.
This one is pretty uncommon, probably. He could’ve at least said something like “haha, what a coincidence”
If anyone can make the joke, yes. If it requires obscure circumstances to work, like the other person having a complementary name and hometown, probably not.
Maybe Cornwall is full of Kents.
Found Cornwall
Cornhole*
Oh look, it’s the guy that’s not fun at parties. Yay
I mean, if I had to choose between the guy fun at parties and the guy that takes things serious, I’ll take the serious guy every time.
