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.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Reading is Harder than Listening

The following phone conversation just took place at my office. This is not at all an exaggeration of what just happened.

Me: This is Cara
Her: Hi this is... wait, how do you pronounce your name?
Me: Cara
Her: Oh! I was trying to decide how to pronounce it.
Me: What were you deciding between?
Her: I didn't know if it was Cara or Sara
Me: Why would it be Sara if it starts with a "C"?
Her: I don't know. Some people are just crazy.

You ma'am. YOU are just crazy.

1 comment:

EvanMay 10, 2011 at 11:29 AM
My girlfriend and I read your blog constantly....you are a delight. That is all. Hope all's well!
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