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, October 26, 2012
2 Become 1
October 26, 2012
Starbucks
Burbank, CA
When in doubt, make one letter look like two.
Tara? Lara?
The barista looked at it and said "errr ummmm tall pumpkin spice!"
That's not my name.
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