From ThatManagerBastard posted to RHU Sept, 2012:
Sherman, set the Wayback Machine for 1996.
At this point in time children I was employed as a Service Station Attendant. However, this story only involves myself in a tangential sort of way.
I was dating a sweet little redhead, whom I shall call Hotsie. Now Hotsie was employed at a somewhat famous cafeteria style food bag we shall call SFW (So Fucking What) Cafeteria. Hotise had a a coworker who's name, which can not be changed for this story, was Ho. Ho was from Korea, where Ho is actually pronounced as if spelled "Wa", which brings me to my story.
Ho and Hotsie had a PHAM, a little tyrant of a man. One who, sadly, was not all that bright.
Now, in the mornings PHAM would give out his daily instructions.
"Hotsie you're on salads", "Johnboy, take over the Veg"...etc, etc. Invariably he would begin his orders to Ho with "Ho..", to which she would reply "Wa", attempting to correct his mangling of her name. Not being very bright, PHAM would think she was saying "What?" and would then give her her orders for the day. Ho really did not like this, but she put up with it for several months...until...
One Saturday morning Ho was, shall we say, just slightly hung over, and not in the best of moods. PHAM began his daily routine instructions. He arrived at Ho, said "Ho ( pronouncing it Ho)" and Ho went ballistic.
She went on what was described to me as a five minute tirade which included such statements as "I am not a Goddamned Ho!" and "You ignorant fucking asshole".
Needless to say, PHAM was chagrined.
Now, Hotise returned home for the evening, whereupon we imbibed some of our Stress Remover of choice, and she related the above story to me. At which time I had an epiphany.
You know all those old Chinese Kung Fu movies? Turns out after all of these years that they are only fighting because they can't figure out how to pronounce certain names.
"Hoooooo".."WaaAAAA!" "HooOOOO" "WaAAaAa!"