Mrs. Foreigner

Mike and I frequently order a pizza  from a Domino's Pizza place that's close to our apartment. With a coupon, we can get an extra large pizza with pepperoni, breadsticks, a big salad, and a 1.5 liter bottle of coke for $20.99. The pizza's really good - about the closest thing we've had to eat in Ecuador that tastes like something we would eat in the states. I haven't quite mastered phone conversations in Spanish yet, so I always order in person. Even in person they have a difficult time with my first and last names. Recently, the clerk didn't ask me for my name when I ordered. When I went to pick up the pizza, I told him that he forgot to ask for my name. He replied that he remembers me. Curious about how he spelled my name, I looked at the receipt... SRA EXTRANGERA... Mrs. Foreigner!