On Saturday mornings I meet my son John, along with a couple of other friends for breakfast. The cashier is a young man named Juan. His brother also works there, but I didn't know his name, so I said, “Juan, is your brother’s name Two?”
“No, what made you ask that?”
“You know…Juan and Two.”
He thought that was a good Juan…I thought it was Two!
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