When I worked at the local probation department, the front desk sometimes sent me to call people back from the lobby. One time they handed me a paper that read "Emile Dumas". Now, being a fan of the author, Alexandre Dumas, and especially of his book "The Three Musketeers" (a man's book if ever there was one) I thought this name would be pronounced the french way - "Doo mah". So I go and open the door and ask for "Mr. *Doo-mah* please".
And a big man with one of the thickest Appalachian accents I've ever heard walks over to me and, with a dead-serious look on his face, says "It's pronounced *Dumba$$*!". My brain paused a second, and I managed to say "It is?" He replied "Yes it is."
Who was I to argue, so I then answered in all seriousness "Well, right this way, Mr Dumba$$." And he proceeded, looking satisfied. How I kept a straight face throughout that entire exchange, I will never know. Most people have no idea how hard it is to maintain a professional demeanor all day at certain kinds of jobs.
Interesting. I missed the fact that the last blue flower had a value based on the number of its petals. All other flowers were identical within their color and appearance, and their values were independent of their petal count, except for the blue ones. That's a tricky problem.