Most mornings I drive to our local Starbucks and pick up a coffee for my wife Christine and for me, but sometimes she does the coffee run. When she drives, she is always sweet and cheery, and she cuts to the chase when ordering. When I pull up to the microphone to order, sometimes for fun I use a fake name and offer up some convoluted version of a Starbucks concoction, e.g., "I'll have a double mocha frappa-macha with two shots of doppio and a float of misto, and don't forget to add five pumps of double-blended frap roast" and so on. When I get done, the barista needs a Berlitz Starbucks-to-English dictionary.
This morning I made the Starbucks run. The baristas were ready for me. These are the two drinks they prepared for Christine and for me.
Mine is on the left....