The reason the barista asks for your name when you order a coffee is to make a connection. But if you can’t get the name the first time around, it’s sort of awkward. Um, how do you spell that? I understand why some friends have special names for just these interactions. When placing their name on a waiting list or shimmying up to the juice bar and asked for a name, they’re ready to offer the simple: Sam. Susan. Michael. Or the ridiculous: Pumpernickel. Salmon. Bushwick.