Why is it...
How come when the girl in front of me at Starbucks orders a "grande lowfat skim mocha light on the whip cream, extra chocolate" the barista can rattle it right back at her,
-but-
when I order a large, black coffee, somewhere between the counter and the coffee machine, he has to turn back around and ask "room for cream?"
"Yes, when I said I wanted black coffee, I meant with cream."
posted by Maxwell at 1:33 PM
3 Comments:
Perfect. This made me laugh :)
You should have retorted, "No, I want it black, like my women."
It's a spin of a joke from Airplane! Don't chastise me!
I have, in the past, told waitresses that I like my coffee "as black as the day I was born."
In sort of an "in accordance with the prophecy sense," of course.
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