Good evening,
To have a name that's a disgrace
Having a name that is very difficult to pronounce and/or remember.
Today, whether you are called Andreszjw Kraszwieskichigawa or Hildegarde von Geschwätzschwarzwaldzahnartz, you are accepted at the hotel without any difficulty.
But in the old days, in the Middle Ages and long after, in those bygone times when police patrol sirens had not yet resounded, when it was impossible to put two liters of super unleaded into your moped (assuming you had even invented one), and when brigands would kick the shrew and strip the beggar, innkeepers were of an extremely suspicious nature.
Once night had fallen, to gain admission to an inn, one had to show one's credentials, that is, first state one's surname. And anyone who did not have a very 'Christian' name had a strong chance of being turned away and having to move on or sleep in the stable.
(Then, once admitted, clothing and the nobility of one’s name mattered for the assignment of the finest or least comfortable rooms)
Given that inns were far less widespread than hotels or motels are today and that the chances of getting a ride to try to get into the next one were very slim, anyone who had a name that would keep them out of the establishment had better have something to keep them well covered for the night.
Marylena