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, April 25, 2011
Easter Monday
April 25, 2011
Starbucks
Hollywood, CA
Just your average Monday morning. I guess it's hard to hear things when you haven't had your coffee yet... wait....
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Score for the Chosen People
April 12, 2011
Art's Deli
Studio City, CA
Of course the jews got it right! The spelling is off, but I will take it!
Monday, April 11, 2011
Umami
Umami Burger
Studio City, CA
My lunch order today from Umami Burger
Now again, I didn't put in this order. The production office called.
But it's nice to know that people are deaf in other places besides Starbucks.
I'm also not quite sure what this even says... is it K-L-A-R-A? or K-I-A-R-A?
And why are those options for names?
That's not my name.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Afternoon Delight
April 8, 2011
Starbucks
Van Nuys, CA
I didn't order this paticular beverage myself. Our lovely office PA went out to get us all a little afternoon pick-me-up.
But I am pretty sure that she didn't tell them my name was Carol.
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