Shop assistants in Starbucks always ask your name again. In 90% of cases. I don’t know why.
I usually say the name which is local and sonorous, without any voiceless sounds.
Last time it was “Ramzan”. Anyway he asked again, asshole.
“-Ramazan???” Write at least something and climb out of my ass, bitch.
I hate telling information about myself to strangers.
The same thing with “country-you-are-from”. Turks are very collant in terms of this. This can be only one question you know but this asshole gotta ask you where you are come from.
I usually just ignore this question but when it’s impossible I answer “Estonia”.
Reply is usually ” Oh…Estonia”. Without further ado.