If you are ever on The Epicurious Texan (shameless plug), you will see that I have a scrolling slideshow of pictures of all the various ways Starbucks misspells my name. Friends fuss at me all the time because I could give them “Sherry” which is my given name, but no, I prefer to give them my nickname “Shez” because well, they’re going to spell Sherry wrong anyway, so I might as well have a bit of fun with it! It amuses me. I can’t help it. I’ve seen “Shez” spelled a lot of different ways, but this one…this one takes the cake. Why? Because usually, I get something back that kind of, sorta-in-an-odd-weird-way looks like it could be Shez just mangled a bit. But not this one. Which is even funnier because the barista actually said “Shez” and with no hesitation began writing (usually, I get slightly confused looks). My first thought was that she knows some Aussies and their crazy nicknames and is going to spell it correctly. But no, I got…Janicle??? HA HA HA HA. I literally laughed out loud…and still do.
PS–for the record, Starbucks, I really don’t care how you spell my name or even what you call me, just make sure my coffee is Kenya and served hot and black.