My given name is hard for the multitudes to pronounce, and my last name is hopeless, so when I must give a name for an order, I say, “Joey.”
No, Jo is not acceptable. I will not respond to Jo. You can test it at your own peril.
Joey is sometimes still too hard for people, so they often say back, “Joy?” “Joni?” Then I say, “Jo-EEE, like a baby kangaroo?”
Which is why I was alarmed yesterday, when the woman handing me my drink said, “Decaf caramel macchiato for Shelly.”
Well, that’s new.
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