eh-eh-eh-dhe

So I went in for the check-up mammogram on Tuesday. I was pretty nervous. But I didn't realize the extent of the nervousness until the receptionist asked me for my current address. I couldn't speak. I started bawling. She nudged the box of Kleenex over, and I proceeded to tell her my street.

Then she printed some forms for me to fill out, and attached them to a clipboard. I sat down and began.

The name of my street, as she had typed it, had about 3 extra syllables in it.