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
The Old Standby
February 10, 2011 Starbucks Studio City, CA
This is probably the most common bastardization of my name that I see.
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