Bob, Betty, Barry, you don’t know the shame.
Only Bilal, Baxter, and Bernadette know the pain of turning a squeaky metal rack full of tiny plastic doorplates and failing to find their name.
My friend Agostino has a great story about how he found his dad’s name on a toothbrush in Italy. Jaw dropping, eyeballs popping, he couldn’t believe somebody actually stamped “Guido” on a toothbrush.
To this day his dad says it’s his favorite present of all time.
AWESOME!
Even more awesome:
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