My Legacy Down Under

One day in Parramatta I bought some fish balls from a Thai street vendor.  I could fit so many of them in my mouth at once, she named her dingo after me.  She kept pointing at me, then pointing at the dingo and saying the name.  She didn't speak English, so I had to ask her husband what it meant.  He said, "I translate rough: 'one with heroic appetite.'"

Later that night I told the story to a girl I met in a nightclub.  When I told her the name, she stared at my jaw and said, "It doesn't look that much like a shovel."