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, 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...

Friday, March 9, 2012

Divine Intervention

March 9, 2012
Starbucks
Century City, CA

I am loving that the name is spelled right.
But why did the barista feel compelled to also draw a little cross on the bottom?
Perhaps God sent her a message down from the heavens and told her how to correctly spell my name?
The lord works in mysterious ways.

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Too Many Letters

February 22, 2012
Starbucks
Century City, CA

WHO SPELLS IT LIKE THAT? REALLY?!?