It's a good thing that guy didn't go to school in America. He'd never have survived the flack he most certainly would have caught.
A few years ago, a local radio host was talking about odd names.
A caller told of a local aerospace engineer who moved to Florida and worked for NASA, by the name of Olsen. He named his daughter Rockets. Rockets Olsen. She grew up, and eventually moved back to Minnesota to be with family. She met, and eventually married a guy named Micheal Redglare. Yep, her married name was Rockets Redglare. He swore it was true, and she still lived in the Twin Cities here. I grabbed the phone book, looked it up and aaaaah! Sure enough, there she was. Rockets Redglare. The radio guy tried to call her to talk, but she wanted nothing to do with it and hung up on him.
I also met a man on an airplane named Rusty Pipes. Yep, plumbing supplies. He gave me his business card, but I've since lost it.
Another place I worked for hired a guy named Tom Midas. Before he showed up for his first day, we got a memo telling us about him. It ended with a strongly worded message that he's already heard all of the gold and short jokes, thank you, and didn't need to hear them again. He was quite short, 5 foot even, I'd say. He also turned out to be a fairly unfriendly humorless guy.
