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.

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.

That's Not My Name

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Please Advise

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