A typical me-customer conversation at Starbucks:
Me: Hi, good morning! Can I get your order, miss?
Customer: I want a Mocha.
Me: Alright. Hot, iced, or ice-blended?
Customer: Hmmm... A hot one.
Me: Alright. Having here or to-go?
Customer: Oh, to-go.
Me: Okay. Size for your drink? Tall, Grande or Venti?
Customer: The regular one.
Me: Alright a Grande one. Would you like whipped cream on top of your Mocha?
Customer: Oh yes, please.
Me: Okay then. Can I get your name please?
Customer: My name? Why would you need my name?
Me: So that we won't mix up your drinks, miss.
Customer: Oh. Just put 'SM'.
Me: Alright.
(Me to fellow barista: To-go Grande Mocha for SM!)
Me: Anything else, miss?
Customer: Yes. A... A caramel... What's its name again?
Me: Caramel? Did you mean the hot one, the iced one, or the ice-blended one?
.... And the whole cycle repeats. Sometimes I almost convince myself that my job is interesting. Almost.
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