rita, i'm katrina

I heard the funniest story this past weekend at a friend's wedding. The groom's mother, a petite Southern belle with smiling eyes and a subtle ferocity, was at the grocery store one day a few weeks ago. She finished her shopping, checked out, then walked with the bagger to her car to load the groceries. They took part in polite conversation, which turned to observations about the weather.

What about those nasty hurricanes that keep pummeling the southeastern states? Horrible, horrible.

Then the bagger confides: Well my name is Rita, and I just feel terrible that the latest hurricane shares my name!

Groom's mother turns to her and without missing a beat responds "Rita? I'm Katrina. Nice to meet you."

... says one hurricane namesake to the next. Da dum dum. I couldn't stop laughing.