I am about to move…from an apartment to a house. But, being the type that will find a gnat in any jar of ointment…or I’ll cut off my nose to spite my face - and all those other * mots chiches * - my enthusiasm is dampened.
My new abode is an a subdivision where the contractors - being whimsical fellows I’m sure - named the streets after Ancient Greek themes. So my new address, which would stirr fond memories of Chapman’s Homer in the more erudite of us, will be more associated with a popular brand of male contraceptives among the less polished masses.
Now I can take a little ribbing (no pun intended) over this from time to time - but I hate to think I’ll have to put up with snickers over my address for the next 20 to 30 years. And to add to the ridicule, the nearest intersection is with “Aphrodite Street”.