When Chris and I moved to Laguna Circle, we figured we had struck it pretty lucky. After all, we had looked at some other houses that were on streets with names much harder to spell and pronounce.
Turns out this is yet another case of us being dumb, naive Californians.
Everyone in California is completely comfortable with the word "Laguna." It's a Spanish word. It's phonetic. There's a city called Laguna Beach. Hell, there's even an MTV show called Laguna Beach.
Here in Colorado, if you're not in the small-and-dumb demographic of people watching the MTV show, there is apparently no other frame of reference for the word "Laguna." The guy at Jiffy Lube entered it into the computer as "Lagoona," which, although it somehow plays into my bizarre love of 60s faux-Polynesian words, isn't quite right.
Then, today, the Sears washing machine repair guy called to confirm his appointment. "And you live at 6174.... Laguana.." I gently corrected him, but I love the fact that he tried to rhyme it with "iguana."
Bring it on, O Brave Peoples of the Plains. You guys are funny.
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I knew it wouldn't take long. The Land of Mork and Mindy (actually, think that was Boulder -- same difference) is in big, big trouble now. Run for your lives!!!
-- Dad
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