I’d have taken the hint as his name to be José …
When asked a standard list of medical-related questions, one that often comes up is “Do you have any hearing impairment?”.
“WHAT???”.
I met someone a few years back from Normal, IL. I tried very very hard but was unable to resist saying something about the normality of people from Normal. It was inappropriate and obvious the joke wasn’t even remotely funny. I’m embarrassed about it to this day.
If I ever meet someone from Normal in the future I will … probably do it again.
I’m glad I’ve never known anybody, as far as I know, who was originally from Hell, Michigan; because I don’t think I’d have been able to resist frequently saying “You’re really the ( friend / girlfriend / coworker ) from Hell, y’know?”.
I have visited Hell Michigan albeit just for a weekend. Many of the locals I interacted with seemed to have embraced the silliness of the name.
Hell yeah they did!! 
They’re also an existence proof that Hell does indeed freeze over. Regularly.
Just wait until you meet someone from Boring, Oregon.
Imagine being named Abigail, from that town. Abby for short.
Not sure this quite fits the topic, but it’s a reflexive thing we all do at home:
There are train tracks a mile or so away. Whenever we hear a train horn, one of us will look embarassed and say "Excluse me!! 
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A couple weeks ago, we were staying at an AirBnB house, that had a water cooler (the sort where you have to up-end a 5 gallon jug into a base). At one point, it made a loud GLUG.
I said “Excuse me!”. A friend who was with us looked started, and said “What???”. Then “Was that the water cooler??”.
I concurred, and she said she was rather worried that I’d managed to make a sound like that.
Ha! I would probably introduce myself as “Abby, from Bloomington”–Bloomington being the next city over.
Come to think of it, I’d probably introduce myself as being “from Bloomington” or “from near Bloomington” regardless of my name, if I lived in Normal, just to forestall jerks like me from reflexively making the obvious joke, I mean “joke.”
The other day one of my sons asked me and my other son if one of us could call his misplaced phone. I could not help myself…I cupped my hands around my mouth and yelled “(son’s name) phone, where are you?”
I’m not proud of myself. But I would do it again.
No one in my family asks me to call their phones because I do this every time. And crack myself up every time, while they sigh and roll their eyes.
After I vote and one of the volunteers at the polling place puts an “I voted” sticker on me, every now and then I peer at it, appear to muse a bit, and say in a questioning tone “I vetoed?”. It usually gets at least a half-hearted chuckle. 
along the same line:
so … is it chilly in Chile?
(yes, it is)