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.
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!
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