Whenever we go to a Starbucks in the U.S., my husband (Måns) uses a fake name because it’s impossible for the workers to understand his name. He likes to use the name “Storm” because he feels it’s easy to understand and spell.
This backfired in Boston. When he gave his “Storm” name, the man working the register said, “Wow, is that really your name?”
Thinking the guy just thought it sounded cool and wanting to hurry, my husband said, “yeah.”
Then the man goes, “That’s my name too!”
And sure enough, his name tag said “Storm.”