They Call Me MISTER Charles

Wednesday I had to actually go into my bank to perform a transaction because my debit card wasn't working at the outside ATM. Woe is me.

The teller was a very helpful young woman who was able to settle the matter. To do so she needed to see my ID; I duly slid my driver's license under the glass to her. Looking at it she responded, "We'll get this all straightened out, Mr. Charles."

Mr. Charles, not Mr. Cosgriff. It's happened before, with other folks at other places, as though they can't pronounce my last name but want to be professional and courteous. So it becomes Mr. First Name.

I'm okay with that so far as it goes. Yet I also don't see how Cosgriff is all that difficult to say. A bare knowledge of phonics would suffice. 

All right, I grew up with the moniker, so perhaps my opinion isn't quite objective. Ah well. It is what it is.