Ways in which I have been embarrassed by reservationists when calling restaurants:
Reservationist: Thank you for calling dan-YELL.
Me: dan-YELL? That’s hilarious; I’ve been pronouncing it in my head as DAN-yule all this time.
Reservationist: [clears throat]
Reservationist: Good afternoon. How may I help you?
Me: Do you have any reservations for two for tomorrow evening available?
Reservationist: At which restaurant?
Reservationist: All I have is a 6 p.m. tomorrow.
Me: I’ll take it. [gives name and telephone number]
Reservationist: You’re confirmed for tomorrow night at 6 for two people at day-gus-TAH-see-OWN
Me: . . . thanks.
GOD. And it’s not like I don’t know that Daniel is French and Degustation is Spanish. I shouldn’t be allowed out in public.