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.

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Double Whammy!

July 23, 2012
Starbucks
Van Nuys, CA

My friend Zina and I went to the beach on Monday
We thought we would stop by Starbucks beforehand.
As you can imagine, Zina encounters the same problem I usually do...

BUT NOT THIS TIME!
VICTORY IS OURS!
THOSE ARE OUR NAMES!

Friday, July 13, 2012

Concession

July 13, 2012
Starbucks
Santa Monica, CA

I'm just getting lazy now.

HER: "Can I take your order ma'am?"
ME: "Grande Soy Chai"
HER: "And your name?"
ME: "Cara"
HER: "Karen?"
ME: [Sigh] "Yeah."

That's not my name.

Friday, June 1, 2012

So Close

June 1, 2012
Starbucks
Westwood, CA

So klose, but no kigar.....

Thursday, May 31, 2012

Joy

May 31, 2012
Starbucks
New York, NY

My friend Joy went to Starbucks today.
Joy is not only a fairly common name, it is also a well known noun.
Does this say Jorann? Joeann? Anything remotely resembling a name or even a noun?
No.
Epic. Fail.

Sunday, May 20, 2012

A Pirate's Life For Me

May 20, 2012
Starbucks
Westwood, CA

Arrrrrgh. My name be Carra!!!!

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Poor Stacy

April 13, 2012
Starbucks
San Diego, CA

Poor Poor Stacy....

Twice As Nice

April 12, 2012
Starbucks
San Diego, CA

Mi kasa es su kasa??
Sigh...