My Name is What?
by Samuel Febres
I shared this on twitter yesterday, but I thought I’ve give it a little post up here on ol’ blog. I stopped into a Starbucks in the morning to pick up a medium (grande? whatever) Mocha frap before heading into work yesterday.
The barista and I had a brief conversation and it went like this:
Barista: May I please have your name sir?
Me: uh, Sam. (the uh comes into play in processing what the barista was asking me.)
Barista: uh, Sam. Ok, thank you.
That was it. I patiently waited for my drink to be prepared and once it was ready, I picked up my cup and saw the following on it:
Special.