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 Simple Life
February 5, 2011 Starbucks Kearny Mesa, CA
This is the one that started it all. By far, the STRANGEST screw up of my name that I have ever heard.
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