Phuc!
I think I’ve established that my brain works in some mysterious ways. I pay attention to things that others tend to ignore. No idea why, can’t really help myself. One recent example is the amount of ride share driver names that I’ve NEVER heard of before. I don’t claim to be multilingual or even worldly but I read a lot which means I’ve come across a metric shit ton of first names but I am on an ignorance roll. The first couple were noted by my subconscious and filed away in the anomaly section of my skull. But later as I realized that I didn’t know almost any I began to keep track…
How you might ask? My trusty apple notes.
That’s just the top part of my list because I have zero ideas on how to make an entire long note appear in a screenshot. This is something I do whenever I get the receipt in my email. After I add it to my expenses I just clip the top name part for my records. The name has to be new to me. Weird tracking hobby that I never thought I’d share with anyone, until yesterday. I’ll show you the receipt and then you will understand why I couldn’t help myself.
I was not informed that this was a child naming option. There is no way I could have gotten this past the naming authority that was my ex-wife as she changed my sons name from the what I thought was the agreed upon Maximus to a “more normal” final option. Phuc that.
Plus, Phuc showed up in one of the best cars I’ve ridden in for a while.
Classic Phuc. Always delivering above and beyond… And don’t think I didn’t LOVE the identity confirming ritual: “Good morning Tom!” “It’s a GREAT morning Phuc!” I pronounced it the way I dreamed it should be and he didn’t correct me so, awesome. He was a lovely man by the way and might have the name that makes me stop my tracking. I’m pretty sure there isn’t better out there in the world… Who am I kidding?
And now I begin my search for a more surprising first name. Dammit, Phuc Phace, something along those lines. What an amazing trip.