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.

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

What's this??

November 29, 2012
Starbucks
Hollywood, CA

Why is this an option???
That's not my name.

Talia & Mandy

December 11, 2012
Starbucks
New York, NY

Two times as fun!!
Two of my favorite people BOTH had their names destroyed by a hard of hearing Starbucks barista today. Perhaps NY is preparing for my holiday arrival.

Therefore...
Talia gets an extra syllable to be "Talahia"
&
Mandy gets thoroughly modern as "Milly"

... Except not. Like, at all.

That's not their names!!!

Thursday, December 6, 2012

Child's Play

December 6, 2012
Starbucks
Los Angeles, CA

Not only is this not my name, it looks like a 5 year old wrote it.

That's not my name.

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?

Still not his name.

Monday, November 19, 2012

Monday

November 19, 2012
Starbucks
Burbank, CA

NOPE.

Friday, November 9, 2012

Happy Friday

November 9, 2012
Starbucks
Burbank, CA

Try again.

Monday, November 5, 2012

Becky

November 5, 2011
Starbucks
Los Angeles, CA

My friend Becky went to Starbucks today.
Becky is a universal white girl name.
This is not Becky. This is not Vicki. This is not a name.
It's definitely not her name.