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.
Friday, September 9, 2011
Beggers Can Be Choosers
September 8, 2011
Jamba Juice
San Diego, CA
You would think with a name like Ikran, maybe she would pay closer attention to the name her customers give her.
Alas, no.
Give me my frozen fruit and have your ears cleaned. That's not my name.
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