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.

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.

That's Not My Name

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Dylann

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