My Name

7.21.05

I doubt many feel the satisfaction that I get when someone correctly spells out my name. For instance today when I went to the ’round the corner Starbucks and the sympathetic cashier asked for my name to put on the cup and to my amazement she even added the accent over the e, like so é. Despite the not so great Mocha Frappuccino, I am still splendidly pleased with my name corrected spelled out on the side of the cup.