It never fails. I step up to the counter and the nice hotel clerk, or bank teller, or fast food cashier says the same words. “Name, please?” Simple question. Direct and uncomplicated. Or so they think. “Christis,” I reply (adding my last name for the hotel or bank, of course). Here follows the inevitable double-take. “What?” “Christis.” “Could you repeat that?” “Christis.” “Chrystal?” “No—” “Krysten?” I remind myself that patience is a virtue and reply, “No, Christ-is.” “Oh. Uh, how do you spell that?” “C-h-r-i-s-t-i-s.” “Hmm,” they reply, jotting it down, “that’s really unique.” I smile. Now comes the best part. “Yeah, my middle name is ‘Joy’; it spells ‘Christ-is-joy’.”…