Today a barrista misspelled my Starbucks name.
Okay, you all have Starbucks names, right? I mean, those of you not named Jennifer or Sara(h).
I go by Anna because apparently Annika is impossible even if I say “A-N-N-I-K-A.” For years I drank coffees make for “Monica,” “Anica,” “Onica,” and assorted other ladies I am not. Anna does not have the same problems, especially since I allow for the variant Ana because LA is like 50% Latino (seriously).
Today I drank a coffee made for Anne.