I thought this was funny, but I have an odd sence of humor.

Over break, I went back to Colorado and went snowboarding in Telluride. The Gondola is faster than the lifts, but it also gets filled with dumb yuppies, especially around the holidays. This one was no diffrent. This really, and I mean really greasy yuppie and a couple of his family members, including a little girl who could walk, but couldnt talk yet. About halfway up, a woman asks the yuppie what his daughter's name is.
"Eleven" There is a moment of silence.
"Thats her name? Eleven?" The woman finally manages to say.
"Yes" They couldnt be prouder. Now, this is just too much for me. I chuckle (not rudely)and say, "Thats like on Seinfeld. George wants to name his kid Seven, after Mickey Mantle." The non-yuppies laugh. The father of Eleven scoffs, you know, the real throaty "I-art-holier-than-thou" type. Apperently I had offended him by comaprring him to a show watched by the commoner :rolleyes: I thought it was funny.
Anyway, the girl endend up being named Eleven becuase, "On a scale of 1-10, she's an eleven" :rolleyes: :rolleyes:

For some reason, I remembered that last night, and since DC had such a great story to tell..... :p