When Real Service Meets Fake Names

I’m waiting for my coffee in a busy coffee place.

Barista: “Caramel hazelnut mocha for Laura!”

No one answers.

Barista: *Louder.* “Caramel hazelnut mocha for Laura!”

This repeats one more time when a woman looks up from her phone, and her eyes go wide.

Customer: “Oh, wait! That’s me! Sorry, Laura isn’t my name, but I use it when ordering drinks. I brain-farted!” 

The barista smiles that Customer Service Smile™ that can barely contain their rage, and everyone moves on quickly.

When I get my drink there next week, a new sign has been added at the pickup corner:

Sign: “Customers: please all remember your fake names!”