I have blogged about the misery I endure with my last name, the worst of which was on the actual 9/11. Generally, it’s the same 3 or 4 mistakes (okay, except for 9/11) over and over and over. I sigh and get on with my life. None of them are usually blog-worthy, but today I got a surprise. Something happened that has never happened before. And it really deserves its own post.
Like I said in the 9/11 blog, my last name sounds similar to “Shaver,” but it starts with a “C” and the first sound my name makes is with a hard “ch” like chair. People who have known me for years and years still say it with a “sh” sound. I just sigh and get on with my life. One time our middle school youth pastor asked Austin how to truly pronounce my name. Cheri Ch______ can be confusing. The youth pastor told me Austin let out a big sigh and told him how to say it with a bit of irritation in his voice. To which the youth pastor added, “I deserved his reaction. I should have listened to you the first time you told me your name.” Now that it’s as clear as mud, let’s move on to today.
I went to pick up a prescription at our pharmacy where most everyone knows me. I noticed there was a new lady, so I tried to break her in gently to my last name. I told her I was here to pick up a prescription for “Ch________ with a C.” I am fully aware that 98% of the general population has never heard my name. So she did what 98% of said population does and headed right for the “S” bin. I said, with a smile on my face, “Excuse me? It’s Ch_________ with a C.” She looked right at me, said, “I know,” and did a swan dive back into the “S” bin. THAT was a first. I was speechless. The lady in line behind me snorted and laughed. I just stood there like a deer in headlights.
After becoming fully immersed in the bin, she jerked up and said, “You said C?” Um, yeah, I did.
If I had any guts at all, I’d go back to my maiden name.