Larry? Seriously?

No one has ever called me Larry ... until last weekend. Guess where it happened? Yup, you are right, at a Starbucks. My good friend Steve and I made a trip down to Long Beach to run the Long Beach half marathon. On our way back we stopped to get some Diesel (we did not get it at the Starbucks) and some coffee. I go in and order myself an iced coffee and instead of just dumping some ice in the cup and filling it with coffee right away, the Starbucks Barista grabs a Sharpie and asks me for my name. So, I say my name like any German would say it. What does he do? He scribbles something on there, asks me whether I want my coffee sweetened or unsweetened and finally says:

Thank you, Larry

I thought about protesting but realized there is no point in making him understand and spell my name. So I pay and wait for my unsweetened iced coffee, and wait, ... and wait until I finally get my sweetened iced coffee. WTF!!!
Ayway, I return the coffee and finally get the right beverage. Now, why can't they just fill a damn cup of ice with some coffee? That's faster than scribbling a name on a cup. I guess they want me to stare at their merchandise long enough that I actually buy something but that won't happen ... because I go there for a cup of coffee and not to get my Christmas shopping done.