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.

Saturday, August 20, 2011

K is for Kookie

August 20, 2011
Starbucks
Studio City, CA

That is phonetically my name.

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Dylann

August 18, 2011
Starbucks
Los Angeles, CA

My boss' name is Dylann.
I know that this is a complicated, mind-blowing statement to make. How can a FEMALE have the name DYLANN? Does. Not. Compute.
This unfathomable fact did not register with the barista either.
Therefore Dylann = Delia.
Basically the same, right?
Right?
.... Right?

That's not her name.