“Going into Starbucks is akin to being in a foreign country where you have only a passing knowledge of the language and mentally rehearse what you say before you say it so you don’t sound like a tool. I was in line once behind an old fellow who asked for a “small” coffee. The incubus at the register looked at him as if he’d spoken Old Church Slavonic until his co-worker whispered, “He means tall.”“
I have to admit that I rehearse what I am ordering so that I don’t come out sounding like a complete moron.
I might be the only person who doesn’t mind the huge queues in Starbucks because it means I have time to practice in my head what I’m going to order…
I refuse to speak starbuck. If I actually go there for a coffee, which is rare, I order small, medium or large, and I...