When I was a kid I made brownies for our neighbors bc even tho I’d never spoken to them, the old man would always wave at me in the morning as he left for work. I went over to give them the brownies and when they asked me my name I stuttered so bad that I mispronounced my name and was too shy to correct myself. The next week I got a thank you note in the mail box addressed to “[insert mispronounced name]”. For the rest of the time they lived there they thought that was my name bc was I was too embarrassed to correct them.