My uncle recently told me a story about taking his granddaughter to breakfast one morning. As the two of them ate their pancakes, the waiter (whose name badge revealed his last name to be “Roach”) busied himself with other patrons.
My uncle teased his granddaughter “I’m going to call you Mrs. ROACH. How’d you like that for a last name?! Roach”!
“Yeah”, the little girl teased back, “and I’ll call you Mr. Cock”!
Clear. As. Day. For the whole restaurant to hear.