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, July 29, 2012
Roller Girl
June 29, 2012
Sonic Drive-In
Anaheim, CA
Cairo is a city. Kaira is a... what exactly?
Also when the waitress came out looking for me she was yelling "Karina??"
... Which is at least a name.
This is not my name.
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Double Whammy!
July 23, 2012
Starbucks
Van Nuys, CA
My friend Zina and I went to the beach on Monday
We thought we would stop by Starbucks beforehand.
As you can imagine, Zina encounters the same problem I usually do...
BUT NOT THIS TIME!
VICTORY IS OURS!
THOSE ARE OUR NAMES!
Friday, July 13, 2012
Concession
July 13, 2012
Starbucks
Santa Monica, CA
I'm just getting lazy now.
HER: "Can I take your order ma'am?"
ME: "Grande Soy Chai"
HER: "And your name?"
ME: "Cara"
HER: "Karen?"
ME: [Sigh] "Yeah."
That's not my name.
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