How this all began...

Cashier: What can I get you?
Me: Decaf venti soy americano.
Cashier: Can I have your name for the order?
Me: Allie.
Cashier: DECAF VENTI SOY AMERICANO FOR NALEE.
Me: (moves along to the pickup counter and shakes head) 

At this point I figure there is no point in correcting her I just wanted my damn coffee to be right, that's all that matters.

After waiting over 5 minutes for my drink (which is pretty long for NYC) I hear the barista call out a name...

Barista: Nathaniel? Is there a Nathaniel? uhh...Decaf venti soy americano
Me: Oh, that's mine.
Barista: Oh, I'm sorry it says Natalieeee NOT Nathaniel. Sorry about that. Are you Natalie?
Me: No, but that's my drink.

After I told the barista I was not Natalee but that was my drink he looked as if I committed theft when I took the drink from his hands. I was in complete awe as to how I went from Allie to Nalee to Nathaniel to Natalee in less than 10 minutes. And so began the daily experiment...