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Friday, August 17, 2007

What's in a name

...Or, Why do people hate on my name?

This morning started out much like any other. I woke up, showered, peed, ironed, and got on the bus. When I got into town I decided to stop by the Star*ucks in my building for a cup of crack, er, latte. The manager/dealer said "Good Morning, Scott! Having the usual?"

This alone should have scared me. I mean, sometimes you DO want to go where everybody knows your name, but at 5 minutes to 8 on a Friday morning, I just want to sneak my casual friday, jean-wearing self into the crack house and walk out with my stash and little fanfare.

So she yells back, after the obligatory "can I call" cadence, "Tall Vanilla Non-fat Latte for Scott!!!" and I slink off to the register where the lady says "good morning!" I pay my bill with the card that pays you back and "yes, I want a receipt." Then I tried to make my way to the barista bar to pick up my drugs.

I'm standing there when I hear "Steph!" I look around; no one else was standing there. Then I hear "Tall Vanilla Non-fat Latte for Steph!?"

"Uh, Scott maybe?"

"Close enough, here you go!"

And then I ran out of that place and hit the elevators to escape to my office.

Steph...Short for Stephan maybe? So now Steve has gone Euro. I thought about being offended, but then realized, I can now blame my latte addiction on Steve's Euro-alias, Steph. Now I just need to come up with other aliases to use at the dermatologist's office, the DMV, and other random places where they like to shriek your name.

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At 8/17/2007 11:57 PM, Blogger honeykbee's whiny, bitch-ass comment is...

Wait a minute wait a minute wait one minute! You iron EVERY DAY?

At 8/22/2007 4:14 PM, Blogger mineIsay's whiny, bitch-ass comment is...

no joke, i thought the same thing, k. whati do at star*ucks is give them a different name every day - that'll teach 'em.


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