I shipped off a package of kid clothes to Angela this morning at my UPS Store. I've shipped with this particular UPS store before and the employees are friendly and helpful. The owners of the store are often on hand to assist with my needs as well.
The owners are the Shippeys. Yes, that's right, the Mr. and Mrs. Shippey own the UPS Store.
Every time I go in to ship a package, all I can concentrate on is every little funny thing I could possibly say about the Shippey's owning a shipping store. I can barely hear what they are saying to me. (What? Next day air? OK)
I'm guessing that the Shippeys have probably already heard all the name related jokes in existence and they are probably sick of them, but this doesn't stop my mind of reeling over the irony.
It's like if Mr. and Mrs. Scoopy owned a Baskin Robbins or Mr. Drivey worked at a car dealership.
The urge to say something is almost overwhelming, but I just can't come up with something clever enough, and even then, I really, REALLY doubt I'd have the guts to say it.
It kind of reminds me of this episode of Friends where Chandler has a job interview.... (OK, it's a stretch, but it's a mind racing, lack of focus thing.)