It’s totally immature, but sometimes I find myself smirking at names I encounter, for no good reason. Oh, there are the obvious ones, such as the customer we’ve dealt with named Max Weiner (and whooo boy, you’d better believe we made jokes at his expense) but I also find the name of the current Fed chairman, Janet Yellen, to be amusing. I’m sure she’s a very nice lady, but because of her name I’m always imagining her screaming everything, like the coach at a football game.
Always have had a tendency to make sport of names. Classmates to politicians and all in between.
Had a complete roster of the folks at work, jointly created buy my main work buddy.
I already mentioned one of our prize creations in a recent thread: Lewis Stulz.
Mike Hunt
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Yeah, well, kids made fun of my name all the time growing up. So I don’t do that now.
Anytime you see someone with a funny name, they’ve probably been mocked hundreds of times for it. I try to restrain my impulse to tease or joke.
I can’t recall the patient’s name now, but I once had a nurse call me requesting a report on this person and when she told me the name, there was a beat of silence and then both of us just had an attack of the giggles. No jokes necessary! 
Making fun of other people is always a fun and worthwhile exercise.
People I have known. Really and Truly. I can prove it at need:
Early Livestock
Bee Her
Jotaviaous Cheese
My IRL surname lends itself to some relatively minor, but frequent and very predictable fun-poking, (at least during my pre-adult days) in two distinctively different ways. Once, somebody came up with a novel and unique different way to poke fun at my name, which I actually appreciated at the time.
My attitude has therefore been: If you want to make fun of my name, at least come up with something original! The old standards are just too obvious and predictable, and show no wit or creativity at all.
I really don’t think that the old news story would have traveled quite as far and fast as it did if the victim hadn’t been named John Wayne Bobbitt. I mean, if you’d been writing a whacky comedy about someone getting a little-misterectomy, you’d have either used that name or rejected it as being over the top.
No reporter that I heard ever left his middle name unsaid.