What In A Name Is
Who invented the idea to write names on the coffee cups you order? This idea is the most terrible idea one could have ever invented, thought a 27 years old white man named Sean White. Sean couldn't spell names right, except his and his mother's name. There was a gap in his developing phase which wasn't optimally supported, which plays a role in his lack of intelligence in spelling names or words at all.
Sean was never good at languages. He speaks his mother language fluently, but he doesn't write. Writing is the worst. Sean can't spell right. He even spells "spell" with one L. That would be tolerable for some kid, but Sean isn't some kid. He has finished school, although not as the best, but he has finished school. He doesn't go to college, because he ruined the motivation letter with a lot of misspelled words. Instead of an acceptance letter, he got a recommendation letter to apply to some language school. He ended up working in a cafe, which is not better, because he still has to write, to spell, on the plastic coffee cups.
"Your name, Miss?" Asks him.
"Shelly"
Then he would write Shelley, or sometimes Shelliy.
"Your name, Sir?"
"Fritz"
Then he would write Frits, or Vritz.
And so it always is. Harry becomes Harrey or Herry, Daniel becomes Daniyel or Daneel, and Anna becomes Ana.
It is not a problem, sometimes. Sometimes they would just laugh and accept it, sometimes they just take the coffee and leave the cafe, they don't really give a single care about how their names are spelled because coffees are meant to be enjoyed and not read. But names are important for some customers. They would complain, they wouldn't take the order, they would sometimes say bad words to him. Sean doesn't understand them, even Shakespeare said "a rose by any other name would smell as sweet." Sean sometimes imagines Shakepeare saying that after he would spell his name Shakespiere.
Outside the cafe that day is Nancy, a woman in her middle 20s, who definitely needs a coffee after only 3 hours sleep in the last 24 hours. Her world was just turned around. Nothing in her life right now is good enough for her to be grateful for. But about an hour ago she decided that she wanted to start a new life. She can't let good things slip away just because she's depressed. And so she got out of her bed, rushing into the nearest cafe.
"Latte macchiato, please"
"Coming right up. And, your name, Miss?"
Nancy stops a while, she needs to think. It's a new page, new life, she's gotta have a new name.
"Tanja"
Sean pours a latte macchiato to her plastic cup, then writes Tanya on it.
"Beautiful name," says Sean.
Nancy looks at the cup, she actually meant Tanja but Tanya sounds even nicer. So she settled up her thinking, it's Tanya from now on.
"It is. Thank you"
"T-a-n-y-a? Have I spelled it right?"
"Yes, it's Tanya"
Sean was beyond happy, his mind is currently fulled with positive thoughts. He can do things right. If even he can spell right, there is nothing impossible in life. As that happens, Tanya walks out the cafe, holding her cup of latte macchiato with her new name on it, with it her new life begins.
Both Tanya and Sean learned that day, what a difference a name can make.
Sean was never good at languages. He speaks his mother language fluently, but he doesn't write. Writing is the worst. Sean can't spell right. He even spells "spell" with one L. That would be tolerable for some kid, but Sean isn't some kid. He has finished school, although not as the best, but he has finished school. He doesn't go to college, because he ruined the motivation letter with a lot of misspelled words. Instead of an acceptance letter, he got a recommendation letter to apply to some language school. He ended up working in a cafe, which is not better, because he still has to write, to spell, on the plastic coffee cups.
"Your name, Miss?" Asks him.
"Shelly"
Then he would write Shelley, or sometimes Shelliy.
"Your name, Sir?"
"Fritz"
Then he would write Frits, or Vritz.
And so it always is. Harry becomes Harrey or Herry, Daniel becomes Daniyel or Daneel, and Anna becomes Ana.
It is not a problem, sometimes. Sometimes they would just laugh and accept it, sometimes they just take the coffee and leave the cafe, they don't really give a single care about how their names are spelled because coffees are meant to be enjoyed and not read. But names are important for some customers. They would complain, they wouldn't take the order, they would sometimes say bad words to him. Sean doesn't understand them, even Shakespeare said "a rose by any other name would smell as sweet." Sean sometimes imagines Shakepeare saying that after he would spell his name Shakespiere.
Outside the cafe that day is Nancy, a woman in her middle 20s, who definitely needs a coffee after only 3 hours sleep in the last 24 hours. Her world was just turned around. Nothing in her life right now is good enough for her to be grateful for. But about an hour ago she decided that she wanted to start a new life. She can't let good things slip away just because she's depressed. And so she got out of her bed, rushing into the nearest cafe.
"Latte macchiato, please"
"Coming right up. And, your name, Miss?"
Nancy stops a while, she needs to think. It's a new page, new life, she's gotta have a new name.
"Tanja"
Sean pours a latte macchiato to her plastic cup, then writes Tanya on it.
"Beautiful name," says Sean.
Nancy looks at the cup, she actually meant Tanja but Tanya sounds even nicer. So she settled up her thinking, it's Tanya from now on.
"It is. Thank you"
"T-a-n-y-a? Have I spelled it right?"
"Yes, it's Tanya"
Sean was beyond happy, his mind is currently fulled with positive thoughts. He can do things right. If even he can spell right, there is nothing impossible in life. As that happens, Tanya walks out the cafe, holding her cup of latte macchiato with her new name on it, with it her new life begins.
Both Tanya and Sean learned that day, what a difference a name can make.
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