No, my name is not Gabby

This is what happens when you stop at Starbucks after lunch with a couple of coworkers who are regulars. The baristas already know what my coworkers will order and start fixing it as soon as we walk in. I however am standing in line talking to them when the barista looks at me inquiring what I would like. When the cups arrive, theirs have their respective names on them and mine is labeled "Gabby". Good thing I'm easy going and found it funny!!!! The barista said he didn't want me to feel bad because the others had their names on them and he didn't know my name nor did he want to interrupt our conversation.