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.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Talia

September 18, 2011
Trump Plaza
Atlantic City, NJ

My friend Talia put the reservation for our room under her name.

I would like to make 2 points here:
1. The letters "p" and "t" are not close enough to confuse on the keyboard.
2. "Talia" is a fairly common name, while I am going to make the unfair assumption that no one on this planet is named "Palia"

If there is a Palia out there who would like to defend herself, now is the time.

That's not her name.

That's Not My Name

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Talia

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