Butchered

People butcher my name.

It happens quite frequently.

At coffee shops when they ask for a name to put on my drink,

I stray away from using my real name. It's just easier that way.

Once, the barista at Starbucks asked for my name, I gave her my real name, "Keela" ...

she proceeded to write "Kila" on the cup and then asked if she had spelled it right. I said she did, and she said I had made her day because she never spells anybody's name right.

I kinda felt bad.

I've also gotten:
Keela Totter
&
Fonda Yoshimoto-Garner (I received a piece of mail addressed to her in my mailbox).

Everything but Keela Potter.
But that's okay, it makes it that much funnier.

Keela