All of the custodians at my workplace have three-letter names embroidered onto their uniforms right on the chest.
I didn’t think anything of it at first. After all, three letters is usually about one syllable, which is as much effort as your average person is willing to put forth toward saying another person’s name. There are lots of Bobs in the custodial industry, lots of Joes. But then I noticed the weirder ones. This new kid that they hired, he has the name “Sal” embroidered on his breastpocket. His name is Fred.
Something is afoot.