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.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Project Expansion

June 9, 2011
Starbucks
Los Angeles, CA

Due to the overwhelming love and support of this blog, I have received numerous other name bastardizations. So I have decided to include them, so that these crimes do not go unpunished!

This is supposed to say Spencer.
It does not.
That's not his name.

That's Not My Name

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Project Expansion

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