Today has been full of little bummers, and although I need a perfect moment, I really wasn’t planning on writing anything.
However, I came across a photo I took the other day, and it made me chuckle inwardly…..and outwardly. This is my student’s coffee cup. His name is not Chino–which he looked up in the dictionary because he is an ESL student after all.
I don’t frequent any coffee place that needs my name, so I thought the joke about them getting people’s names wrong was just a myth–an urban legend without the gore. I figured if it happened, it would have to be a particularly difficult name. Toronto is a pretty multicultural place and the variety of names we come into contact with is pretty large. I didn’t help in this case.
I suppose I could give them a break and assume that the place was noisy–those damn espresso machines–or my student mumbled. Heck, maybe the coffee grinding machines were particularly noisy and easily covered up the sound of his name. It didn’t seem to affect his order though.
I am not even sure what I find so funny about this. Maybe it is the absurdity of the whole thing. Maybe it just goes to show you that technology is great, but he application and manipulation of technology are the cards we should hold. I don’t know. I am still laughing inwardly…..most of the time.
By the way, my student’s name is Gino.