Some People Avoid Me Like The Plague, But The Brave Remain

This photo was taken on Valentines Day of the last year I taught school. This is me (tallest) and my Peeps! I love them all! We used to have SO much fun doing mundane everyday things, as well as, everything else. Now we are scattered from Florida to the Left Coast. But we still communicate.

This is one anecdote about us.
We joined my son in collecting and delighting over "Unfortunate Names." One summer day said son called when we were all together sitting around my pool. He had an Unfortunate Name. It was "Pujole" which I believe a baseball player's name. It is pronounced "Pooh Hole."
We spent the rest of the afternoon thinking up perfect first names that could make it even funnier. Like Wendy Pujole, and so on.
Fast forward to one winter day, in a restaurant, having lunch. Someone says, "What was that unfortunate name we were playing with last summer?" No one remembers. The conversation moves on to other equally intellectually uplifting topics.

Except for me. My mind is running through all of the names I can think of.
I WANT to remember.
I no longer hear anything that is being said.
My mind is churning.
Suddenly, it pops into my head and I am SO delighted to have remembered it that I yell, "POOH HOLE!!!"
The restaurant goes silent and I, realizing that I have re-entered the world with an incongruitous shouted word, covered my face.
Someone said, "And, YES, every one in the place IS looking at us right now."
Another one of the girls, just looked at the people staring at us and said, softly,
"Tourettes." and pointed at me.