I patronized an eye doctor simply because his name was I. Glasser, and a dry-cleaner whose name was Tee Hee.
I’ve met two Frankensteins over the years. Both were American; I don’t know if they were related because I didn’t want to say “I met another Frankenstein once…” as I’m sure they’ve heard every conceivable joke about the name and probably wouldn’t think “Oh, maybe he knows Cousin Ed”. In any event, I’d have changed the surname to Franken, maybe, or Stein, but they were apparently more attached to it.
There was a family of urologists in one place where I lived named Cox. I understand you don’t go there or they’ll get… well, pissy.
Not a person’s name, but there’s an eye clinic in Tuscaloosa, AL on Helen Keller Blvd..
There’s a Raper Drugs in Goldsboro, NC.
The one I saw recently was for a private cab service. The website was written across the back of the van, so the seam from the van’s doors split the address. The address was also written in a fancy or cursive style of lettering, which is kinda hard to read.
So, instead of reading 'www.jeff’s cab dot com"
it looked like “ew ew ew Jeff’s scab dot com”
LOL