Another day in the Reenaeborhood
My name is Renee.
The traditional spelling. Not so hard, right?
Trips to Panera are a treat, not just for the delicious black bean soup, but because the person at the register always asks my name. Then they attempt to spell it on my receipt.
I really need to start collecting these receipts.
I’m pretty used to misspellings of “Rene” and “Renae,” I’ve even received a “Renay.” Okay, all of these are still understandable. I mean, at least “Renae” and “Renay” are phonetic. And “Rene” is the masculine spelling. Fine and dandy. However, tonight? Wow, tonight was special:
Renee: “I’d like a half and half combo with the Mediterranean Veggie sandwich and black bean soup.”
Register Doofus: “Can I get your name, ma’am?”
(Did he REALLY just call me “ma’am”???)
Renee: “It’s Renee.”
Then I watched him attempt to spell my name. Now, I couldn’t see the screen, but I was certain there were NOT two E’s at the end. Something went amiss.
Doofus hands me my receipt. Rather, he hands “Reenae” her receipt.
How is this even possible?!
It’s as if that nurse at the podiatrist’s office who calls me “Ree-Nee” spoke a further bastardized version of my name to Doofus and he butchered it even more. I think that’s the worst it’s ever been spelled.
Any similar stories, friends?