Mai Bich
I'm serious. And when my 15-year old collapsed ungraciously howling with laughter and whooping, "He should get that on a T-shirt!" I was reminded of the sad story of Fuka.
I'm still serious.
Fuka went to North Cross, which is an intermediate school on the North Shore. It is big, so big that the kids have their first names embroidered on their sweatshirts.
By intermediate I mean kids aged 11 through about 13/14.
So you can imagine the gusto with which Fuka was welcomed on the first day of school.
She's from the islands (yes, sorry, she is indeed a she; which makes the next part of the story worse) where her name is very traditional.
She explained that Fuka is actually pronounced differently than it is spelt, which you would imagine was a relief.
The F is pronounced H and the U is pronounced as a long O.
Meaning that Fuka is actually pronounced as Hooker.
You would have thought that at least the person taking the order for the sweatshirt might have taken a bit of time and gently explained to the parents that perhaps it was time to consider calling the child by her second name or something in light of the hilarity that was bound to ensue.
Unless perhaps that is where Mai Bich works.
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