This is a story My brother told me who is also a Retail Slave.
My brother works as a cashier at one of the big name hardware stores. They also have various appliances which is what I assume was being bought.
Some stores have policies that if possible, you are required to refer to a customer by name. If they give you a credit card take a quick glance and find their name blah blah blah.
Well on this particular day he had a visit from a very ghetto-fab woman. Lots of gold and unable to control the volume of her voice, or just incapable of speaking at a non obnoxious level.
She gabbed on her cell phone so that everyone in the store could hear her side of the conversation (I like to call these people mad-lib custys cause I like to fill in the blanks). Annoying behavior aside, most of her transaction went off without a hitch, and when it came time to pay she was off her phone.
His store doesn't have the pin-pads for customers to do all their credit stuff, so she had to hand him her card.
He looked at the card and immediately noticed there was no full name on it.
Only a few letters and a dash.
I'd imagine anyone having trouble deciphering this name:
No last name on the card and no signature. So he asked for an ID. She hands it to him and it matches. The name "Le-a" is on the ID.
So out of curiosity and to keep to his stores policy, he asked her how to pronounce her name while he was running the card.She said: "Ledasha. The 'dash' Aint no silent."
A grand laugh to be had.