Waiting in line at Starbucks. Admiring their new Valentine's day mugs. Cute. A 40-something woman in business dress stands a few people in front of me. She acts as though she has just heard about this trendy new coffee shop and has not yet developed the super-efficient rattling of a standard order. She finally gives her request to the barista, who inquires about her name.
"LeAnne. With a capital A."
I smirk. One's name must be spelled correctly on one's paper coffee cup. To do otherwise would simply be improper.
The barista obviously finds this as amusing as I do. "There's a capital 'L' in there too, right?"
She doesn't get the joke, of course, and launches into a 30 second tirade about how her name is always spelled incorrectly and how she must always say "L - E - capital A ...blardy blar blar."
My turn. Super efficient style: "I'd like a grande nonfat chai latte, please." (One could argue that the "I'd like" and the "please" are superfluous, but I am in the South with a capital S, and we mind our manners down here, ma'am.)
"Grande nonfat chai latte for...what's your name?"
"Nicole. And that's with a capital N."
They think I'm funny. Heck, I think I'm funny. "Just for that, you get an exclamation point at the end!"
The black sharpie marks 'Nicole!' on my cup.
How I do love creative punctuation.