once again, i am cami
i am cami. i konw i have told you this. i kept on repeating i am cami as if i never have introduced myself to you before. so why the reiteration?
i just went to starbucks and you know how the baristas ask for your name? well, i underwent the proper procedure and everything was going well until the last part where she finally asked for my name while posing with the signature hot choco’s cup and pentel pen on her hands. the conversation went like this:
barista: what’s your name, ma’am? <smiled>
me: cami <smiled>
barista: pardon, ma’am? <smiled larger>
me: cami. <more smiles>
barista: ? <inquisitive eyes while smiling some more>
me: CA-mi <putting emphasis on the letter C, smile fading>
me, thinking: oh hell. this is it.
barista: < smiled so big> ah! tammy! ok ma’am….
and my cup was actually named “tammy”. oh crap.
another time i went to chowking and they asked for my name at the cashier, the cashier gave me the most unusual name ever given to me. it was “Gammy”.
once i was introduced to another acquaintance and he confirmed my name with “chubby?”
these are the reasons why i use “dana” whenever cashiers are asking for my name. cami is just too exotic name for them.
