Whenever I'm at Jamba Juice, I like to pretend to be 19th century literary characters when the person taking my order asks for a name.

—How do you spell that?
—Hold up. L-O-R-D-space-
—F-A-U-N-T-L-E-R-O-Y. Lord Fauntleroy.
—I'm sorry, sir, that's too many characters.
—Too what? Well, just Roy then.
—Actually, if you could, make it LORD Roy. I want the proper title in there.
—Thanks. You're a sweetie.

—Peenya Kowlada for…Lord Roy!


—Lord Roy? Peenya Kowlada?


—Oh. That's me. Here!