Okay, I will go into the surname thing a bit. The very first time hubby took me out to dinner (and actually made reservations that is)...they called our names as Jerkbride. Without helping out the identity thieves...let's just say that "jerk" isn't in our name jumble puzzle. It was an Italian restaurant called Veni Vidi Vici...and the name was not something the maitre' d conquered. It was very endearing though..."right this way Mr. Jerkbride." No wine was needed to keep laughing through dinner.
Seems my brother Ryan has had a high percentage of name calling at the coffee houses he and his wife Eleanor frequent. He/ they travel often and they've recently noted that getting ones name correctly isn't prone to one particular time zone, zip code or the lower 48. He has tried various strategies and sometimes ends up with good caffeine but a slight identity crisis. His idea to give the baristas something easier inscribe with a sharpee hasn't quite unfolded smoothly yet. He's tried simple names such as Bob, Jake and recently Hulk. Who hasn't heard of Hulk? Maybe he should have just gone with Lou. I know while we were living in Italy...the coffee line was pretty efficient. No names required. Pay, name your poison, pick up. Café Machiato per favore'. Whatever you do though, don't try to order a "regular coffee" in Italy....just say "café Americano"...again (that's another blog).
Have a great day!! Tanya Out!!
