I like to give my name as Prim Everdeen, then when they call the name I yell “I volunteer as tribute!” and get my drink.

File this under “ideas that inexplicably seemed hilarious when we were 15 and very high”: Was with a group of friends, stoned and bored, and decided to each walk into Starbucks, staggered as though we weren’t together, and all order the same drink, each giving our name as “Andy.” We spent a needless amount of time…

Or just say your name when they ask for your name.

Is anybody going to ask what he was doing in Ann Arbor. Which, btw, is a good name to put on your Starbucks cup in any other city.

In fairness, if it bothers you that much that a random Starbucks employee spells your name “Mark” and not “Marc”, you should probably get over yourself a little bit.

Or you could maybe not be an asshole and respect his attempt to stay low-profile.

There’s a restaurant nearby that always yells “Order for <name>!”
There’s also a lot of Amish around here with names atypical for modern America.
So, just to mess with them once, I said my name was Madorder.

“ORDER FOR MUH-DORDER!”

I’m not even famous and I use fake names at Starbucks all the time because people can never spell my first name. It’s the little creative moments that make life worth living.

I care not a whit that he tried this or for whatever reason he or anyone else tries this.

Can I tell you my secret to delicious coffee?

Worst mess-up I got: My name is Barry, and I am a conventionally-dressed male. The cup said ‘Mary.’

True, you’re the first Ninjaiceberg I’ve ever met. Is that Swedish?

My husband’s name is Lou. He once got Lupe.

It’s Starbucks, getting the name right it’s a major priority. My name is Tim. I’ve gotten: Kim, Ted, Ken, Ben, Ten...

Spartacus. Always.

Spock would have sufficed.

Time for this ol’ chestnut:

I get it.