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.
Sunday, July 3, 2011
No Words
July 3, 2011
Starbucks
Hillcrest, CA
Now here lies my confusion.
My sister was with me at the time of this purchase, and can attest to the fact that when asked my name, I responded appropriately.
How is THIS what he came up with????
That's not a name. That's not a word. But maybe from now on if I tell people my name is M2 they will write Cara on my drink order.
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