If not, it’s time to start brainstorming. If you’ve ever ordered yourself an iced coffee or a mocha frapp, chances are you’ve gotten that drink with something you didn’t order: A complete butchering of your name.
At Starbucks, the name misspelling is an equal opportunity experience. No matter your gender, religion or creed, a barista will get your name wrong. Even if you list out each letter as slowly as possible (and several times over), you’re going to get a surprise when you see your cup. And just imagine what it’s like for those of us not blessed with common monikers like Ashley. (Don’t pretend to know my pain).
The misspellings have become so rampant that customers are forced to speak out about their ordeals.