It was a busy Thursday morning in London, and I hadn’t slept very well the night before.
So, it only made sense to pick up a super-charged coffee on my way to work.
I didn’t have time to browse my options too much and, like it or not, I settled on Starbucks.
It was near and it was easy. (Although usually those aren’t my key drivers for making most decisions in life!)
As anyone who’s ever set foot in a Starbucks in the last ten years will know they’re still continuing with the whole ‘make it personal’ thing by asking you with for your name.
I don’t really like my name all that much (but, if I changed it I’d have one less thing to complain about, and I need my go-tos) – yet, as creative as I think I am, I can never think up another name in time… so I end up going with the one I was born with, ‘Ashley’.
It was a busy day in this particular Starbucks but I’m British, so I’m good at queuing and was able to persevere.
(Which makes me think, as much as I was wholly against it myself, why are so many of the British people who voted leave complaining about how long it’s taking to initiate Brexit… aren’t they supposed to love waiting and queuing to do something!?)
Eventually the barista sang out my name and, with flushed cheeks, I head over and collected my steam beverage.
I had just gotten outside the door when I heard an American voice shouting ‘Wait! Wait!’
I turned round to see that an irate-looking woman with red hair had chased me out of the cafe.
“Can I help you?” I asked.
“Is your name Ashley?” she bellowed back.
“Er…yeah…why?” I answered.
“It’s definitely Ashley?” she reiterated.
I confirmed and, with a tut, she hurried off. I thought about going after her to find out what that was all about but, one thing I’ve learnt since living in London, is that a lot of weird things happen and you’d waste valuable time trying to work each one out.
The tube station was next to the Starbucks, and I was just about to head through the turnstiles and into the tunnel when the same woman appeared next to me.
“Sorry about that!” she exclaimed, “my name’s Ashley too. I always pre-order my Starbucks and I was worried you’d walked off with it”.
There are 7.6 billion people in the world.
8.7 people in London alone.
And yet, we still think we’re the only person in the world at times.
I know I do it too.
But, according to Google, there are 212 people (in the UK alone) with my same exact first name and last name as me.
It’s worth keeping this mind as we try to understand each others’ perspectives. Whether we be trying to get a message across to someone, or trying to sell something.
We’re all unique. No one’s an island.
(If anyone cares, the Starbucks in the right of the featured picture is the exact Starbucks it happened in!)
I like my coffee. Now looks like there’s cups of it to enjoy. Good writing!!
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That name at Starbucks thing, well, I do give them a name that’s not mine as I know they’ll have trouble pronouncing it, and I’m so over it! Jane is my go-to handle there. ☕ And I don’t like queuing. There ought to be a better way. But, I do like the coffee.
I too was astounded when I learned others had my exact name! Cheers!
Haha I once bumped into a drunk guy as I was walking over a bridge and he was a bit argumentative at first, but then we realised we had the exact same name and it soon cooled things!