Anyone who has a name that’s the slightest bit out of the ordinary has probably experienced this: You’re talking to the person behind the counter of a Starbucks, and he or she asks your name to put on your cup of coffee. You pause, preparing yourself to enunciate. every syllable of your moniker as clearly as possible. Maybe this time they’ll get it right.
My siblings have both relinquished all hope of ever seeing their names spelled right. My brother simply gives a different name to write down. My own name, Heidi, is not particularly unusual, nor very hard to spell, so when I went to my first Starbucks a few years ago, I wasn’t expecting it to be a thing. I quickly learned, though, that there are countless ways in which to mishear and misspell Heidi. Fortunately I always look forward to seeing what the barista comes up with next. I’m actually a little disappointed when they get it right. Where’s the fun in that?
So far, I’ve been dubbed Hidy, Hiedi, Hany, Hayde… The less outrageously wrong Heidie and Heidy have also appeared from time to time. But my favorite by far has to be Hiny, courtesy of a barista in Manchester. My friend and I had a good chuckle at that one!
What weird things have you been called by hapless baristas?