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, May 9, 2011
Monday Afternoon Pick Me Up
May 9, 2011
Starbucks
San Diego, CA
Trying to stay awake on a gloomy Monday afternoon. That's not my name.
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