another identity crisis

I need a coffee nickname.

Let’s pretend my name is Mary. This morning at a well known coffee place (let’s pretend it’s called Jarpups) I order my four-word, nine-syllable drink (not easy to do when the caffeine tank is on low). I give the barista my name, “Mary”. She repeats and writes on the cup: “Karen.”

I say, “oops, nope….MARY”, she repeats back, “oh, Darrin!” and I bite my tongue and say to myself, “Darrin?? Do I look like the husband in Bewitched? Has there ever been a female named Darrin??”

This is a newly remodeled Jarpups. It looked perfectly fine before the 3 week remodel closed this around-the-corner Jarpups and I had to drive further away for my occasional Jarpups treat. So the new Jarpups now has more seating for those wireless laptop people and perhaps there’s more of an echo now, as there are none of those oversized comfy chairs I love. That’s okay, cuz Darrin’s a busy gal and has to get to work. On the way out to my car I think of my new Jarpup’s nickname. I could use “mckay” but the hearing impaired barista is bound to butcher that one. How about just “Kay”? Sounds like May, Fay, Jay…

How about Jo…..cupa Joe. Jo mama. Jo from Little Women. I kinda like it.
We’ll see if I remember to use it the next time my caffeine tank is low and I feel like spending too much money for the foofoo coffee (I usually get a cranberry orange scone, too)....and I take extra Slenda packets.


Later.
Jo.