What’s In A Name?

ImageMy name is Helene.

Once upon a time I lived in a nice little town with a Starbucks. I visited almost every day and ordered my usual. They knew me so well that after I gave birth to my third child my husband went in and ordered my drink and based solely on what he ordered they asked, “Did Helene have the baby? How is she?” They cared or I thought they did. Then in an ironic twist, one day they began to ask customers for their names to put on their coffee orders. It was ostensibly a move that would help the baristas get to know their customers better and distribute the drinks more efficiently but in fact the new methods proved to me that they didn’t know me at all. It was a new company policy they said. Well, none of us liked the new policy but what were we at the store level, consumer or employee to do? In the words of Yul Brynner’s Pharaoh, “so it is written, so it shall be done.”

The first time they butchered my name on a cup I was deeply disappointed but not enough to correct the barista. They had enough problems keeping up with the drink orders, didn’t they? Deeply disappointed, you ask? Over a misspelled name?  What, after all, is in a name? Just everything; identity, belonging, all that you are.  It’s the first thing your parents do, they name you. And, as it turns out the number of ways you can misspell Helene are as limitless as the stars in the sky and many of the ways were so creative that I wish I had kept all of the cups with my misspelled name just for a hoot.

Time moved on and so did we, to a new town and a new Starbucks and I had the opportunity for a clean slate. So at the new Starbucks when they asked for my name, before I could stop myself I said, Pam. You can’t get Pam wrong. It just can’t be done. And, each time thereafter when they asked for my name I said Pam because once you’ve fallen into a hole unless someone hands you a ladder it’s hard to climb out. They never ever misspelled Pam but I never for one second felt good about this foolish, petty deception. A friend saw Pam on my cup and asked why my coffee cup said Pam? And I was compelled to launch into the whole asinine explanation of my Starbucks alias and then in yoga class they saw my cup and begin to call me Pam. The effort to avoid spelling H E L E N E has ended in long explanations of why my coffee cup said Pam. What in the end have I gained?

Then after three years of frequenting this new Starbucks the workers there start to become familiar with me and after a three-day absence the barista says, “I’ve missed you Pam.”  That’s when I crack. I’ve never been a good liar so I lean across the counter, “My name is really Helene I whisper. “What?” she asks. “My name is not Pam,” I say a little louder this time, “Pam is my Starbucks alias. My real name is Helene.” Oh she says looking at me oddly.

But, no matter, because I feel lighter, no longer burdened by my alias.

Make that a tall, skim mocha, no whip for H E L E N E

Let P A M  get her own damn drink.


13 thoughts on “What’s In A Name?

  1. Just have to say I was reading this while frantically searching for a Starbucks at the Miami airport. While I rarely if ever go by Elizabeth I always do at Starbucks because Liz just sounds like too many other names and they usually get it wrong!

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  2. I loved this post! Between my first name and my last name, I can’t even begin to identify the number of ways they can be butchered….I think using an alias is a fantastic idea. Too bad I can’t use one at hotels because of that whole pesky identification verification issue….they are frequently the WORST offenders!

  3. Great post. I totally get it. My name is Joyce, but people something think I’ve said, “Theresa.” I don’t bother correcting them. Recently, I called Comcast and said, “It’s Joyce, and the women said, “Oh, Theresa is my name too. How do you spell it?” I told her “without the H.” The lies get deeper and deeper!

  4. Great post! I can completely relate, I mean how many Ronis do you know, let alone, spell it like me. I have changed the name I have given them on occasion, since I bounce back and forth between two Starbucks depending on where I am going, and used Robyn’s name, but of course, they spell that incorrectly too! As a side note, we drink the same drink! Wish I can have one now, but can’t get out of my driveway 😦

  5. Whenever it’s crowded I just say “Dee” at any of those places where you have to give a name. It’s really hard to misspell and since its not really my name I don’t care!

  6. I just came across this post. My mother’s name is Helene and my name is Laurenne and we both do the same thing. My Alias is Jane.

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