My name is Cara. 4 letters. That's all. In Italian it means Dear, in Spanish it means Face, but anywhere else in America it is apparently gibberish. This is a problem I have had all my life: Giving a name for a reservation, a drink at Starbucks, or any kind of take out order becomes a horrific process that is both time consuming and traumatizing. Everyone will invariably butcher this very small 4-letter name. I cannot be silent about the oppression of my name any longer.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Sold!
February 24, 2011
Starbucks
Studio City, CA
ATTENTION HAS BEEN PAID!
The spelling is wrong, but I will take it!
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Naranjas Para Ti
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Oh Na Na What's My Name
Monday, February 14, 2011
All In The Family

February 11, 2011
Starbucks
Studio City, CA
This is my sister's name. My parents also had a rather ridiculous sense of humor naming their younger daughter a short name that sounds almost exactly like the older daughter's name.
It should also be pointed out that this is the SAME Starbucks that I was at the day before, where I ordered the SAME drink, and was given a DIFFERENT name that is not my own.
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