My name is Fay, spelled exactly the way it sounds. Sometimes it’s spelled incorrectly as “Faye”, but that’s not a huge deal. So why, pray tell, do the baristas at Starbucks have to get so creative with my name? My husband says they must do this on purpose because no one could possibly mess up such an easy name. My friend thinks because I’m of Asian heritage they automatically assume that I must have an Asian name. But how do you explain misspelling a common name like “John”? A quick Google search turned up this gem of a link: Hilariously misspelled names at Starbucks. At least I’m not the only person to experience this strange phenomenon.
Check it out:
All I could think of was Baby Fae who received a baboon heart transplant back in the 80’s.
Fei Fi Fo Fum…
Fang? They couldn’t possibly know that I wore braces on my teeth as a teenager to correct that problem.
My friend John’s cup. He doesn’t remotely resemble a Joan.
Hi Fay, Fae, Fei, or Fang…LOL! I find this post quite entertaining. When I was outside Knoxville, TN at a Starbucks, I became “Chuck” on my latte. Who knew that “Chuck” was short for “Johnathon?” I had a good laugh!