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.
Saturday, December 1, 2012
Zack
Starbucks
December 1, 2012
New York, NY
This is especially confusing to me, because my friend's name here is Zack.
Zack = Zen. Maybe the barista was making a comment on his aura?
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