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.

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.

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Happy Halloween!

October 31, 2012
Starbucks
Burbank, CA

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
Nice to see that everyone has a sense of humor...

Not impressed by my fake name.

Sunday, October 28, 2012

Bungee America

October 28, 2012
Starbucks
Azusa, CA

Today I went bungee jumping in a place called Azusa, CA

Not only was it an epic experience. These good people also know how to spell.

THAT'S MY NAME!!

Friday, October 26, 2012

2 Become 1

October 26, 2012
Starbucks
Burbank, CA

When in doubt, make one letter look like two.
Tara? Lara?
The barista looked at it and said "errr ummmm tall pumpkin spice!"
That's not my name.

Thursday, October 18, 2012

That's not my name

October 18, 2012
Starbucks
Burbank, CA

That's not even English.