I know it’s juvenile to chuckle at people’s names, particularly from outside one’s own culture. However, currently I am reading a book on China’s Great Leap Forward, and it soberly mentions that the Albanian agricultural trade representative in Beijing at that time was named Pupo Shyti.
At least they had the presence of mind not to send the poor guy to an English-speaking country.
ETA: Who knew? He has a Wikipedia page.
Guilty!
The Y in Albanian is an umlaut sound, like the French U, and the name is, approximately, pronounced POO-paw SHEU-tee.
Yeah, but this is a 'Merican place and we do our own pronunciations.
I wonder if he enjoyed the pupu platter.
Or maybe he was friends with Stig V. Schytt, the namesake of Schytt Glacier in Antarctica.
“And it translates roughly to ‘Bag Of Dicks’.”
:eek::D:o
So, you’ve never met a man with the name of Lipschitz? Maybe that happened more in the NY Metro area.
I once handed an ID card to a guy named Dikshit.
If there is a heaven, I’m going because I waited until he left the building to collapse from laughter.
And “Anil” is also a common name in that region so I’m sure the combo comes up sometimes. It definitely does with another common surname “Mandeep”.
There’s a hair salon near me called “Salon Anu.” Apparently the owner figured out beforehand that “Anu’s Hair Design” would be a bad idea.
May I offer a letter from Archibald Clark Kerr, Baron Inverchapel?
That deserves to be crossposted in the “most archetypical Englishman” thread 
I worked at a car dealership where one of our customers was named Mrs. Kuntz. If that were my name, it would be pronounced Coonts, but she came to the counter and proudly announced, with no preliminary remarks, CUNTS. OK, then.
“Kofi Anan” comes out in Hebrew to something like cloud monkey. Being a twelve-year-old at heart, I still think monkeys are comedy gold, especially in someone’s name. Heh heh, Kofi.
I’ve always been fond of the Younger Blackhead of the North, or, more literally, Northman Blackhead the Younger.
I know a guy who was born on St. Valentine’s Day. His parents named him Cupid. He goes by his middle name.
My mother had a coworker named Neda Feely. Neda was pronounced as Needa.
And Sithole is a common African surname.
I misremembered his name. Googled “Tiny Dix”. He was still the first result.
Some years ago, I was in Malaysia (sadly I can’t remember the town). I had got in a taxi and asked to be taken to a hotel recommended in the guidebook I had borrowed from a fellow tourist at the bus station ten minutes earlier.
The taxi driver had cheerfully agreed to take me there, then got to the end of the road before turning round and asking me for directions. I had given him the street name, but he apparently had no more idea where that was than I did.
He seemed a little resentful of my inability to give directions, which, as he lived there driving a taxi for a living, and had accepted me as a passenger based on my giving him the name and street of my destination, and I had just got off a bus in a town I can’t even name, did strike me as a little unfair.
He asked to see the map. I did not have a map.
He asked to see the guidebook. I did not have a guidebook.
He was not happy.
He drove in resentful silence through town, occasionally asking me “This street?” apparently in the hope I would recognise a place I knew only as a paragraph in a hastily red guidebook.
At which point, we drove past a shop with the name “Mr Fuk Yoo Battery Shop”, and I freaking lost it.