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, 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!

That's Not My Name

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Double Whammy!

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