“Arkambelt”
“Try again.”
“Archebolt?”
“Not quite.”
The man was looking exasperated, and said, “How many times are you going to make me guess your name until you actually tell me?”
I told him, “Until I stop being entertained.”
“OK, Archiebooboo?”
“Nope.”
He guessed about fifty more times until he looked like he was ready to punch me in the face.
“OK, OK, I’ll tell you my name, Archambault.”
“What?”