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, 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.
Wow and I thought it said Card.
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