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.
Saturday, July 16, 2011
I LIKE YOU.
July 16, 2011
Starbucks
Valley Village, CA
I like you. I like you so much.
It's even in pretty handwriting.
But I can't help but think it's only because I handed him my credit card to pay.
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