Another funny conversation with a patron

Had a regular come in today, a very old lady who never brings her library card because she expects us to know who she is. Because it was slow and I was tired of hearing her complain about how heavy her book bag would be, I offered to carry it out to her car for her. She was grateful, at least, and asked me what my name was. I told her.
"Vicki?"
"No, Whitney."
"Ricky?"
"No." She asked me to spell it out for her, and I did.
"Wicky?" (What the hell is that? It's not even a name!)
"Nope, WHIT-NEY. Like Whitney Houston." That must have done it.
"Oh, Whitney! Well thank you very much, Whitney."
I was trying very hard not to laugh. But even though she was old, it's not just her. For some reason people have a hard time understanding my name when I say it. Usually, though, the most popular substitute is "Wendy."