On my first day in basic training, we were lined up in a row, each of us in turn having to shout our last names.
After the guy next to me had yelled, "Florence," it was my turn.
I had no sooner called out my name when the training instructor was in my face, demanding to know if I was some kind of smart aleck.
Satisfied that I wasn't, the red-faced TI told me never to stand next to that guy again.
~ By Charles W. Nightingale