If i’m feeling regular, mine’s a tall vanilla latte. If i’m feeling tired and/or cranky, it’s a Double tall vanilla latte. And if i’m feeling too hot for hot coffee (which is a very, very rare occurance) it’s a tall mocha frappuccino with extra ice.
I automatically don't believe any story that involves telling Starbucks a funny name and having them repeat it to get your drink. Because that assumes a universe where a Starbucks employee actually gets your name right.
So Joy took me to star bucks. I mean Jory. ^.^ & I have no idea why he drove to the one all the way to the on arden when he still had to drop me off at the gym-______- in natomas. A move he would only pull this foo likes driving more than he really needs to. smh at you Jory.
Since i'm just starting up and have yet to receive any submissions, i'll share a story of my own...
I should have taken a picture of this particular cup before I threw it away, but oh well.
One day at the Starbucks on my college campus, I was getting my afternoon caffeine fix in the form of a Tall Vanilla Latte. The place was crawling with the usual suspects: sorority girls clad in black leggings, loud party tanks and Uggs, with a few hipsters and professors-on-break mixed in. As awkward as it is to wait by the drink bar, standing room only, surrounded on all sides by girls whom I dislike on principal, the awkwardness only increased exponentially when the Barista yelled “Tall Vanilla Latte for Louis!”
My name is Elyse, by the way. Pronounced exactly like Elise, but with a Y.
Louis? Really? I can understand when I get Elsie, which happens on a regular basis, and even something akin to Alice, but Louis? That was a first.
I stood there awkwardly for a moment, absorbing the truth that once I moved to claim my drink everyone would think my name was, in fact, Louis.
I moved quickly through the masses, snatched up my latte, head down, and booked it out of there as nonchalantly as I could manage.
It was almost like a game of telephone, I realized afterwards: The woman who had taken my order had written “Louise” on the cup, which morphed into Louis. Ah well. I laughed about it.