John and I were on the freeway today, coming home from Gregg's dad's funeral. Ahead of us was a machine of some sort being pulled by a pickup truck. On the back of the machine was:
PUTZMEISTER
Now, call me crazy, but if I were to name a company, I don't think "Putzmeister" would be at the top of the list. Could you trust a company called "Putzmeister"? Who runs this company? Who would advertise for this company? How big a doofus IS this guy?
Boggles the mind.
5 comments:
Maybe in the country their ancestors came from, that's a really prestigious name, "Putz". Then, his great, great grandfather was the mayor of the city - "Meister" (as in Burgermeister Meisterburger"). He was so proud of his heritage at Ellis Island that they didn't bother to change it...and the poor people have been the butt of jokes for generations.
Blah blah blah...man, that took way longer than I'd planned.
I'm glad you said it cause I was thinking the exact same thing...now I'm done. :)
Kelli, It's better than being the jokes of butts for generations.
There was a girl in my class in High School named Jennifer Putz, it is probobaly just some family name thing.....
Erin said butt.
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