During winter break of 2003, I was a clerk at the USPS and this methed out whore with five kids came in to get each kid their own separate PO Box for correspondence with their respective fathers (cute, right?). So, I'm going through the cards and punching them into the system... and I stop cold at the last card. The line for the name read: Schmittee, Shitty. I looked up hard at the woman and informed her that it was a federal offense to attempt to take out a PO Box under a false name.
She then laughed and proceeded to whip out one of the identification cards California schools send to the parents of grade schoolers and it had the same exact name. When I just kind of sadly shook my head, she informed me that it seemed like a really funny name to both her and the father. I fell asleep really, really sad for that kid's middle school and high school years.