This post is not new or different from the millions of people who are addicted to Starbucks and decide to write about it. Or the countless times people have had their names destroyed by Starbucks employees, but the butchering of my alias takes it to a whole new level.
Most people add an “A” to my name, although clearly there isn’t one. While visiting Starbucks, I have become “Brian” so many times, I've stopped counting. To circumvent that, I created an alias. Anytime I visit a Starbucks I say my name is “Gigi”. Simple. To the point. It can be spelled a few ways, but there is NO way you can mess up the “G” sound. Well, at least I thought.
My order began as normal and I gave them my alias. I paid with my app and waited. I heard “Bebe” and thought that’s funny. I wonder who “Bebe” is. So I continued messing with my phone.
The barista repeated it. I looked around and realized I was the last of the rush that didn’t have a drink. I asked what it was and the barista said, “Cinammon Almondmilk Macchiato”. That was what had ordered, so I grabbed it. I looked at the name on my cup and wouldn’t you know the cashier had written the “G’s” where they could pass as “B's”.
I thought how in the entire world could someone mess up a “G”. They obviously hadn’t taken handwriting. (Are there still handwriting classes? Cursive is becoming obsolete and I am a bit sad about that. Another post for another day.)
I give up. Like GIVE.UP. I may just show a symbol the next time I visit.
Today, a Macchiato showed up on my desk with my name on it. (Gotta love co-workers who share in your addiction.) It was spelled right. I asked my co-workers did they pronounce my name right and they did! Which has me thinking, maybe I don’t look like a Brinn. Maybe a Michelle or Diana, I don’t know. Maybe it's time to rethink my alias.
Nah. I find PURE JOY making people call me Gigi. *Sips Macchiato