My name for today, as given by the Starbucks barista, shall be Paul. You shall be Zeke.
Here’s to all the food-order-taking folk who intentionally or inadvertently re-name patrons on a daily basis.
With a name like mine, I take it as a given that it will be misspelled, and am pleasantly surprised when it is correct. In many instances, I simply preempt the issue by using the name Paul, since it is rarely misunderstood even in loud places.
I wonder if there are any names out there which never encounter the pleasure of a Starbucks-style rechristening.