Names are hard

My little game of lying to Starbucks when they ask for my name had another funny result. This time, I gave my name as “Ralph.” When they were little, my kids liked to tease their nonnative speaker mother for not being able to pronounce that name.  It was funny.  And I had to admit, I egged them on a little (sorry, honey).

Apparently, the “Ralph” name is not only hard to pronounce, it’s hard to hear, too.

Karma caught up to me later this week. I represented the Consulate at an educational thing.  This is what they did to my last name:

Meh, close enough.