Oh Come On, Not Even Close
How hard can it be? I’ve posted about this before. You walk up. You order. They ask your name. Bada bing. If its noisy and they are courteous, they’ll ask your name again. The danger there lies within. The baristas at Starbuck’s have provided me with plenty of laughs in the past. They never seem to get my name right. Bruno. B-R-U-N-O. Not Brun, not Bernal, or even not Bernard. I’ve had Bernice. The best and probably most outrageous was last year, Prune. Well, coming in a close second was one I got last week. Barone. Well, I am part Sicilian


























