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.

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Mandy

February 1, 2012
Starbucks
Astoria, NY

Allow me to introduce to you my friend, Mandy.
Mandy.
M-A-N-D-Y

In 2010, it was the 188th most popular baby name
(In comparison, Cara was 642)

WHAT THE SHIT IS THIS? Is this some other foreign language translation for Mandy? I'm not even sure what this says, or why this happened. I don't have words. All I can do is hang my head and slap my forehead.

That's not her name.
That's not a name at all.

That's Not My Name

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Mandy

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