Remember telephone? The game where one person whispers something to someone and then that person whispers what they heard to the person next to them? In the end, the phrase becomes so distorted because each person is repeating only what they heard, not the original phrase.
That game gave me an idea the first time a barista at Starbucks wrote my name wrong on a cup. Now, my name “Erin” could have a variety of spellings and I actually like to see what kinds of creative variations will appear. However, one day someone wrote this:
I’ve never heard that name before. I was so fascinated I didn’t know whether to write a novel about someone with the name of Aris or change my name to Aris. Instead, I decided to create a little variation of the game of telephone so that whatever name the barista wrote on the cup last I will say next time and see how long it takes to get back to my actual correct name. Here’s a few highlights of the journey:
I’m a little bit stuck with Kara, since it’s easy to say and to write, but I’m sure eventually it will get changed up. Game on.