We don’t go to Starbucks, but Hubby uses made up names when we’re in establishments that ask for your name, just to see the looks on peoples’ faces when the staff call the name out. Warped sense of humor. One of the things I love about him.
I had a friend named Wayne that in all those type of situations gave the name Lazlo. He just liked the ring of it, and he knew there wouldn’t be any other Lazlos in the room.