The other day at work this girl came in to make an appointment for her friend. She wouldn't say her name, but instead spelled it out for me.
K-u-h-n-t. Kuhnt.
I thought it was really funny how we each had to keep dancing around who this appointment was for. But what I don't get is why this friend even let Ms. Kuhnt fill out the form when she could have just done it and saved herself from being the uncomfortable highlight of my day.
