What’s In A Name? Oh, It’s Salad.
I find a new vegetarian restaurant I want to try out, so I place an order online. As part of the process, of course, I have to type in my full name. It’s relevant that I have a slightly unusual name, but it’s still similar to a common name and most people have no trouble with it. Let’s say it’s something like “Kellyn Smythe” instead of the more expected “Ellen Smith.”
I place the order and the restaurant’s website tells me it will take forty-three minutes for my food to be ready, which seems like a suspiciously long time for a salad, but hey, it’s the lunch rush. I stop by the restaurant twenty-five minutes later just to check on the progress, content to wait if my order isn’t ready. I check the shelf for takeout bags and don’t see any with my name.
Worker: “What was your order?”
Me: “Oh, it was an Asian salad, but it’s not supposed to be ready yet, so I don’t mind waiting.”
Worker: “We have it! Look again!”
Me: “I don’t think—”
Worker: “It’s definitely that one! Take it already!”
The bag has a name that’s nothing at all close to mine and is spelled with odd extra letters! It’s like “Chharlinn Ssplrythe.”
Me: “I don’t want to take someone else’s lunch!”
Worker: “It will get bad if you don’t eat it now! Don’t you want it?”
Me: “I really don’t think this is right, but okay, if you insist!”
The food turned out to be exactly what I ordered, even with a customization, so I guess it really was mine all along? Still, I have so many questions! Why was my food ready so early, and yet no one told me about it? And how could they mess up my name so much when I literally TYPED IT IN for them? So much that it didn’t even look like a name you could pronounce anymore? And why was the worker mad at me? At least the meal was delicious!