Actually that's the truth. There is a guy whose name is Wurster. At first I thought it was just Wurst, which of course conjured up images of my beautiful Knobblewurst in NY. But no, this guy's name is Wurster. And guess what? He's going to stay with us for a few days. Evidently Brook's boss has agreed to have this former PCV from (The) Gambia who is doing his thesis or PhD. or whatever, come up and work with Brook's project a bit. So he's coming today and he has no money practically because he's a student. And no place to stay. So we're going to take Wurster in until Sunday. I just laughed and laughed yesterday when I heard his name so I hope I got this out of my system before his arrival--poor guy.
You know he must have been teased as a child. Hell, he probably has been teased as an adult. That really is an unfortunate name. There are just so many directions you can go with that name... I am very thankful to have the name Dudte. And I got teased enough with Dudte, just think if I were a WURST! oh yes, it would have been worse, much wurst for me.
Let's see, I got the Dudtes of Hazzard (a personal favorite of mine), Dudtel, Anne Dudte go blow your flute (another favorite from an elementary school colleague) and countless others. Theyr'e really not that bad actually. When I think of how bad it could be with another name. And this poor guy has had me devote an entire post to his unfortunate name. Poor little bugger. I will treat him extra nice for being a Wurster. I will keep you posted as to where the name comes from (because you know I'm going to ask).
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