My Name is Sam . . . Sometimes Thu, Mar 30, 2017
So I got used to the first day of school, waiting for the squinty eye cue to stop the teacher and correct the pronunciation. The next step in the evolution of my name was ordering food at a restaurant.
Most do not give this a second thought, unless you're at Starbucks because they get everyone's name wrong, but for me, this became a longer conversation than I wanted it to be.
It would go like this, "Can I get a name for this order?" and I would answer "Nery." After a pause, the questions would begin, "where are you from?" "Is that your real name?" "What is it short for?" It was entertaining at first, but after it continued to happen I just wanted to get a chicken sandwich without having to tell someone my origin story.
This is when I became Sam, sometimes.
To be continued...