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So both my first and last name are common, and they're commonly used by racist douchebags,

mostly in the deep south to name their kids. And through a combination of genetics and upbringing,

those kids tend to grow up to be racist douchebags too. Because my name is so common,

there's almost always been another person with my same first and last name at any place that I've worked.

Most people who share my name aren't racist douchebags, but this story isn't about those people.

This story is about a different sort of guy. A guy with some seriously messed up friends.

I should mention that we're all used to getting misdirected emails. It's inevitable when you have a

common name. You basically just figure out who it was meant to go to, forward a copy to him,

and then CC the person who got the address wrong. Easy peasy. It hardly ever happens twice.

Once in a blue moon, you get something inappropriate. Fine, I get it. People can sometimes be rude

and private. When this happens, I add a little note to the CC, letting the sender know that it's not

okay to be a racist douchebag, and that if he does it again, I will go right to his employer.

The results are always pretty predictable. I get back a humbly worded apology and a promise

to never let it happen again. So it's effective, and maybe even a teaching moment. Nah, who am I

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