That's Not My Name

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.

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.

That's Not My Name

Monday, February 14, 2011

All In The Family

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