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.