My friend Ann is 4'11".

Though I will admit that the system breaks down around here.  In eastern Kansas our east-west streets increase in number as you go south.  The very low numbers are up near the river in Kansas City, KS, and increase to the mid 100s in the southern suburbs.  I just checked on Google Maps, and that numbering scheme continues through 399th St., which is about halfway to the Oklahoma border.  I think at some point you need to admit that you're no longer in the KC metro area and come up with your own numbering scheme. 

No idea, A-CAP, but the lady from Torchwood is hot.

Also, I can embrace a culture who would name someone Myfanwy.

Now: My professional story about Wales.

I work for a phone company.  I may have mentioned this.   Every morning I have to make a bunch of test calls to make sure my switch is not acting in an untoward manner.   Every morning I call a Pizza Hut in Cardiff, Cymru (Wales).  I don't have any kind of family tie to the Welsh.   I just like the fact that I'm calling a Pizza Hut that's across the street from a castle.  I like that the phone makes the ringback tones of the English phone system.  Boop Boop....Boop Boop... I like that they answer with a Welsh accent and say "Pizza Hut, High Street." 

I, like clockwork at 8:30am my time, 5:30pm their time, say "Good morning, just checking in." I always wait a beat before I hang up.  I usually get a response of "What?", "Pardon?", or "Eh?"  I explain that to coworkers as me testing for two-way audio.  I know, however, that I'm really just hoping someone connects this string of phone calls togther.  I hope that they're talking about it amongst themselves.  I hope that one day the response will be "Wait!" instead of the usual questions.  I hope I'm a mystery in someone's life.   I've been on nights for a few months, so I haven't been making the morning test calls.   Do they miss me?  I don't know.

I work for a phone company, I make mild prank phone calls for a living.