A few days ago I posted about how I like to play little jokes on my local Starbucks baristas when I do the morning coffee run for my wife Christine and me, as well as a photo of what the barista wrote on our coffee cups that day.
This is what was handed to me this morning. My cup, as you might have guessed, is on the right.
Call me paranoid, but I'm starting to think that there is a subtle message behind all of this…