Last week, my co-worker announced that we had to go and meet with “Ricky” on our construction site to discuss some matter or other. I’d never met Ricky before, so when we reached the guy, he introduces himself, but I don’t hear it because emblazoned across the front of his hard hat is a bright orange sticker with the name RICHARD KUNTZ. I kid you not. I wish I’d had a camera. (Americans don’t use the c-word at all, so they may not find it funny). So he’s Ricky Kuntz. Thankfully he didn’t go by Rich or Dick.
And then yesterday, I met this guy !
Two in 2 weeks. I’m sure they come in three’s, so who knows who I will meet next week.