Don't cry over spilled coffee...

Since my coffee ended up in my lap this morning I kindly asked my copywriter to stop on his way in and pick me up a replacement coffee. He is well aware of the name game I've been playing so he decided to try one himself. We just had a pretty good laugh about this one. In fact, I am still cracking up just thinking about it:

Copywriter: Can I please get a decaf venti soy americano.
Cashier: What's the name?
Copywriter: Octavian.
Cashier: What was that?

Copywriter: (speaking very slowly and enunciating every syllable) Oc-tav-ian.

Copywriter awaits drink and...
Barista: Decaf venti soy americano for Octamon.

Haha, I totally needed that laugh after a spilled drink in my lap!