First of all, I am not what my given name: the label my primary childrear[end]ers aka: biological parents stuck on me, means, even though much of my life I have had to put up with being treated that way: doormat.
Not exactly: "Bradford" means broad river crossing, i.e.: a passageway (convenience, amenity...) over the flow of the vicissitudes of life for people to tread on to keep their knickers or whatever clothes they are wearing from getting wet.
What a shame that they have to still get their shoes or feet wet. Mea culpa.