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, 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."
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