A few nights ago I had dinner at a coffee shop called Gloria Jean’s. I went in there specifically because I was feeling a little homesick for coffee shops in Canada like Just Us in NS or Raw Sugar in Ottawa. You know the ones with the big windows that you can look out and idly observe the passers-by while getting lost in your own thoughts. I also wanted some comfort food.Anyhoo after taking my order and my name I found it ironic that the barista at Gloria Jean’s couldn’t spell Jean. It was written on my receipt as Jin. I wonder if it was my fault because I didn’t do my regular routine of "Jean, you know like the pants". But it seems even when I give my Jean/pants performance people still can’t seem to spell my name.
It’s not just the Peruvians that have trouble understanding me. Last night a Canadian friend sent a text to "Gene". Then a Brazilian girl confessed that she thought my name was actually "Chin" until she read a note I’d left her with my name on it. Maybe I should change my name to Juana... let me know if you have any other suggestions!
Until next time,
Chin... er I mean Jean
And this happened when you were at Gloria Jean's -- maybe you'll have to reference the restaurant from now on when explaining your name.
ReplyDeleteA chilean friend introduced me as Jean, like Billie Jean and proceeded to sing the song. I think that might be a good way to go from now on. ;)
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