After lunch I decided to take a chance at getting my coffee with the afternoon crew. While walking there, my copywriter, David, and I were discussing which name to use. We threw around a couple of ideas and tried to get inspiration from street signs, but landed on Ripley.
We walked in, ready to execute the plan, and David asked, “What was my name? Rodrigo? Roderick?” We found this irrationally funny for no reason and had to steel ourselves for the approach to the counter. Concerned he wouldn’t be able to keep a straight face with Roderick, he stuck with Ripley. He then realized he was going to be helped by the same cashier who took his order this morning. Since he had ordered an oatmeal, I knew we would be safe because they only ask your name for drinks. However, the cashier remembered him from this morning because apparently he really liked David's hair.
David: Venti decaf soy americano.
Cashier: What's your name, bro?
David: (Trying not to think of Roderick.) Ripley.
Cashier: Believe it or not!
David: Nice.
Cashier: You get that a lot?
David: All the time.
(David almost walks away without paying, thinking about how he will forever be Ripley in this Starbucks now.)
Cashier: Rip! Hey Rip!
David: Oh, sorry about that.
Ripley =
Score 1 for Starbucks. Not too surprised since the store was empty and the cashier wrote "Ripley's" name on the cup himself. So we are quickly proving it is just the morning crew during the rush hour hustle bustle that cannot get simple names straight.
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