Mocha-choco-latta Ya Ya

Hi. It's been a week since I've graduated from college and I haven't written about it. I'm still more or less on cloud 9 about it. Kind of. I guess. I'll tell you later.

What I felt like talking about is kind of dumb, but I think it's a little funny. I find it interesting that baristas at Starbucks pretty much have to guess how to spell what name you give them when you order coffee. Like my name, Liana. Easy, I've always thought, but then again, it's been with me all my life. Whatever.

Anyway, I think I've had enough experiences with them getting my name wrong, but the past two visits really take the cake.

Take instance number one: It's right before I have to open the store for work, I want a nice cold green tea. I stop at Starbucks really quick. She makes conversation about the El Paso Times (she snuck a peak at the business cards in my wallet, she told me). She asks my name. Thirty seconds later, I get my tea with "LeighAnna." Pretty. Pretty long.

Then yesterday, as I continued my last-minute frenzy shopping, I decided to stop for a seasonal favorite of mine: their pumpkin spice latte (skim). So the girl asks my name and I repeated for her about three times. Two minutes later, I watch a male barista look at what I correctly guessed was my cup for a very long time. Indeed, it was as though he was thinking really hard about my cup of joe, getting a headache from the puzzle of, "LEAANANA."

I kid you not. I should start a blog with all the different ways people hear my name, or rather, spell my name.