There was a barista at my local Starbucks who used to drive me nuts with her "enthusiasm". Customer service is nice, but she was way too loud and way too “customer service oriented”. She always had a sharpie to write customers names on their "hand crafted beverages". But for some mysterious reason she had trouble spelling my name. She would ask and I would say Matt, they she would write it on the cup really slowly spelling it really loud as she wrote: Matt, M.....A.....T.....T, double T right? Yes, thank you MATT your coffee will be ready shortly... Next!! Sometimes I would be the only customer at the store, but she would ask my name regardless and spell it wrong: "Max", “Mark", "Marx" and so on.
One morning Starbucks was packed with people. I had to wait forever because everybody had a list and was ordering more than one "complicated" drink. ("Half caf non fat mocha
machiatto with extra carmel, extra vanilla, no ice, ice in a cup, whip cream on the side, just a serving size, skim milk to go, and just a sprinkle(winkl) of cinnamon, fat free" ). By the time I got to the counter she grabbed her Sharpie and asked me my name. This time I said "DICK” and her face turned bright bright red. Everybody at Starbucks that heard me was laughing. She got embarrassed. looked at me and asked: Do you spell that with an "I" or an "Y" ?
True story J