My first name is Lou. (Louis if I'm being formal, but let's not get started on Louis/Luis. I live in Southern California… just how often do you think they get my East Coast Italian first name spelled right on the first try?) I've always had to deal with people getting my name wrong. My last name, which is about as phonetic as it gets, gave grade school teachers horrors and it wasn't till I got to UCI that I had instructors that breezed through it. I always figured that was because of the high Asian population at UCI. Compared to those names, my last name was a breeze. Telemarketers are another pain, with rampant mispronunciation that runs the gamut from understandable to unforgivable. Of course, it makes it easy for me when they ask for Mr. Espinoza, since he really doesn't live here. But really… if you're trying to sell me something, don't you at least TRY to get the name right? My latest pet peeve, however, is the coffee bar/sandwich place "what'
in my NOT so humble opinion
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