It's hard not to laugh when non english speakers choose english names for themselves...
... and then proceed to mangle the pronunciation.
Just got a call. Couldn't make out the name. EE-ant! Ee-ant! That's what *I* heard over the phone. Turns out it's IAN. Good grief. It's the name on his credit card, to boot. Had to stifle my snort of laughter. Where'd the T come from then? And then there's step-hen. Literally. Step. Hen. Hallo? No need to tell you what name that's supposed to be.
Needless to say, my name's not been spared eiher. Eh, you'd think Fiona is safe, right? Especially when I work in a contact centre? And I take pains to enunciate my greeting? Good eve-ning, this is Fee-oh-na. Clear? Yes? No? No! Iona! Fion! and the one that made me cringe... Nona!
GGggrrrrr..... a thump on both yer ears wouldn't go amiss...
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