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, April 11, 2013
I Don't Read Good
April 11, 2012
Starbucks
Hollywood, CA
Not only is this not my name, but when the second barista announced my drink, she somehow read this as "Carmen"
So it took me about 10 minutes to even realize that my drink was up.
Not. My. Name.
This is probably the most interesting blog i have ever seen. Brilliant in it's simplicity. LOL!
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