I suppose if I was more honest with myself, and if there where such a thing, I would make a great study subject for an e-hoarder TV special on the Oxygen network. Good thing there's no such thing, so until then, enjoy my mishaps.
"Hungy, Party of Five"
Whenever we go out to dinner and they have a waiting list, restaurant hosts always ask for your name. It's odd, because they do this even when they hand you one of those vibrating pagers and have no intention of calling your name. I'm not all that interested in having my name broadcast through these places, so years go I started saying that my last name is Hungry. They always look up and say "Really?" and I always say yes, really. This annoys my wife to no end and any humor that was once found in hearing "Hungry party of five" announced over the intercom is long gone for her. Unfortunately I know that now, so I take even more pleasure from doing it.