Speeding ticket (part 2): How do you plead Mr. Kebab?

(December 13) We had another blustery cold day here yesterday where the wind kicked up waves taller than me and after picking the kids up from basketball practice I went to Ziraat Bankasi, the government bank, and stood in line to pay my ticket (yes, at a bank). Actually there was no line, just a couple of folks who got their after me and went to the window before me. I knew enough to take a number, 129, from the magic little touch screen machine, but the guy who came after me pulled the number 413 and a teller light went on indicating that it was number 413's turn. 


Ugh. Kids waiting in the car and I'm in hurry and oh yes, I'm also invisible to the tellers.

When I actually do get up to bat, there is a lot of commotion that I didn't really understand. A request for ID, followed by more murmured conversation then led to ask, "what is your name?" Since they have my ID card it seems like a weird question but whatever. It is then, reading upside down that I see my name written as "Organ Donor."

Me: "Maybe I don't have to pay after all?"  Teller: " 'Organ Donor' could be a Turkish name." 

Me: But do you think I could win if I went to court?  Teller: "Could be a Turkish name like Orhan...maybe Orhan was driving your car?"

Me: "And what about Donor?"  Teller: "Well, 'Doner' is a kind of kebab sandwich" she said barely suppressing her smile, "...but I think you know that already." By this time the whole back office was in on the joke.

The door seem to close a bit as I imagined trying to explain to a Turkish judge that Orhan Doner (basically Mr. Kebab) might have hijacked my 1400 cc car for a joy ride. I now have a stamped legal document that says I, Mr. Organ Donor have paid my speeding ticket though I haven't had a chance yet to use my new name in public.