Keep in mind this was relayed as a funny story.
One night when Barbara was pregnant with her youngest daughter, her husband-at-the-tme was yelling at her loudly
enough to draw the police. They came and arrested him. Later, Barbara went into labor.
The next morning, he showed up at the hospital mad about
having to spend the night on the floor of a jail cell. “You had a rough
night?” she asked. “I had a baby!” Then
he got madder because, for some reason (which really illustrates the level of
intelligence I’m dealing with here), she named her daughter Rachel West-Trumbo. Her husband’s name was Trumbo. Her EX-HUSBAND’s name was West. Since Barbara wanted all her daughters
to share a name, she extended the name of her ex-husband to her current
husband’s daughter. Since he was
in jail at the time and not around to sign the birth certificate, he had no
say.
And to this day, he still can’t remember her birthday. Why do I know these things?
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