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.
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Starbucks Celebration
September 27, 2012
Starbucks
Hollywood, CA
My exchange this morning with the barista went something like this:
Him: Name?
Me: Cara
Him: With a C?
Me: YES!! YES!! THANK YOU FOR ASKING!!
Him: You're very excited.
Me: YES. YES I AM!!!
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