I was downtown running some errands one day and decided to get a bite to eat. I placed my order and gave my name to the cashier.
I sat and waited. Looked around at the other customers. Watched some television.
And heard my name butchered over the intercom.
“Sure-la? Cher? Shauna?”
I turned and clarified, “Charlotte?”
“Oh, yeah. That’s what this says.”
I got my food and looked at the receipt.
As in the onion?
Hi. My name is Shalot. Don't come too close. I'll make you cry.