I can’t be the only one who hates giving my name when I order coffee.
They never get it right. I get Annette, Lynnette, Natalie and even, once, Nanook. (What am I–a sled dog???)
To simplify things, I started saying I’m Bethany. Everyone can spell it.
It’s no big deal…until one morning a barista with a good memory greets me: “Hey, Bethany! How’s it going?”
“Good,” I say, feeling awkward. “Can I get a–”
“Grande nonfat latte,” she finishes with a smile. “Anything else, Bethany?”
Clearly I’m committed to being Bethany at the local Starbucks.
Surely it’s not TOO weird to have a coffee alias. I mean, other than criminals on the lam, I can’t be the first person to give the barista a fake name.
It’s all good…
…until I get my latte and see they’ve taken it upon themselves to shorten my name to Beth!
I don’t go by Beth. How dare some barista change my name like that!
I’m about to set her straight about using my “real” made up name when I realize how odd this situation is becoming.
Sigh–just call me Beth.