March 25, 2011
Starbucks
Burbank, CA
What do you think it said before?
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.
Friday, March 25, 2011
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Please Advise
March 17,2011
Starbucks
Burbank, CA
I knew I should have stuck to Coffee Bean this week.
The best part about this is the poor barista who had to announce this drink order -
"Car... Car... Car-day? Car-di? Carol? Carrolla? Ca - grande skinny vanilla latte"
That's not my name.
Monday, March 14, 2011
A New Kind of Crazy
March 14, 2011
Starbucks
Studio City, CA
This is a new one for me. 10 Points for Originality!
(That's still not my name though)
Happy Monday!
The Tortoiser and the Harer
March 12, 2011
Starbucks
Hollywood, CA
You remember that old children's tale from the sea? The Tortoiser and the Harer.
This is actually supposed to say Karen.
Neither of which are my name.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Monday, March 7, 2011
Friday, March 4, 2011
Better Leave It Blank
Starbucks
Burbank, CA
Bear with me a moment if you will.
I order my drink, and the barista, PEN IN HAND AND READY TO WRITE, asks my name.
"Cara," I reply.
He stops, thinks, looks at me, "I'm sorry, what?"
"Cara," I reply.
He looks at the cup, trying to figure out what to write.
He leans in, "One more time."
"Cara," I reply.
WHY IS THIS SO HARD?!?
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Karen = Rover
March 3, 2011
Starbucks
Studio City, CA
OK Now here is the thing...
When he asked me my name, I of course replied "Cara"
Then he said to me, "Would you like anything else today, Karen?"
So after I rolled my eyes and said no, I knew what I was in for.
But I am pretty sure that what this cup says to any normal person who knows how to read is: "Rover"
Or maybe it says "Raver" because he thought I was Kim Raver.
Probably not though.
Or maybe it says "Raver" because I look like the type of person who likes to drop X and twirl glow sticks.
Maybe he was just offended by my blatant eye roll.
I guess we'll never know.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Charlie Bit Me
My monumental coffee success this morning was shattered by people's inability to hear.
Here is how I answer the phone at work:
"This is Cara."
So you know what you are getting into when I pick up the phone.
Today I was called Charlie.
That's definitely not my name.
Here is how I answer the phone at work:
"This is Cara."
So you know what you are getting into when I pick up the phone.
Today I was called Charlie.
That's definitely not my name.
Winner Winner Chicken Dinner
March 2, 2011
Starbucks
10965 Ventura Blvd
Studio City, CA 91604
ATTENTION HAS BEEN PAID!
And even spelled right.
I'm so happy I could cry.
But that requires a lot of energy and I haven't had my coffee yet.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Letters Are Hard
March 1, 2011
Starbucks
Burbank, CA
I think it's supposed to say "Kira" but it kinda looks like "Kirq"
I actually kinda hope it's Kirq - and I stole Kirq's skinny vanilla latte.
A girl can dream...
On second thought, it might actually say "Kiva"
Either way, it's wrong.
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