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.

Friday, January 27, 2012

Mistaken Identity

January 27, 2012
California Chicken Cafe
Hollywood, CA

An order to go - but for who exactly?
Either that's not my name, or Tara and I ordered the same salad.

Sunday, January 22, 2012

So Close

January 22, 2012
Starbucks
Hollywood, CA

So close, and yet so far.
That is so almost my name!
You get an A for hearing, and a C for spelling

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Sunday Funday

Starbucks
January 15, 2012
Hollywood, CA

THAT'S MY NAME!!!

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Spelling Questions

January 5, 2012
Starbucks
Herald Square - New York, NY

I have a spelling question.
Also, that's not my name.

Monday, January 2, 2012

Caitlin

January 2, 2012
Starbucks
New York, NY

Happy 2012 to all of you!
It's a new year - a new chance - a clean slate!
Unless you work at Starbucks. Then nothing has really changed.
Meet my friend Caitlin. A lovely girl with a fairly common American name
Definitely not a salad.
That's not her name.

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Vote Or Die

December 6, 2011
Starbucks
Hollywood, CA

Dylann and I were having a disagreement about what this name actually was.
I leave it to you to help decipher this code:

Saturday, December 3, 2011

After A Long Hiatus

Friday December 2, 2011
Charley's
Century City, CA

After an extremely long hiatus of going to the same Starbucks that does not write names on cups, I am making a small yet mighty return by ordering a sandwich at the mall. When the cashier asked for my name I said "Cara" and simultaneously handed him my AmEx to confirm the information I had just relayed to him, but I had a feeling he was going to get it wrong anyway.

And he did.

Carol is not my name.