tall

There’s one Starbucks in town where the people behind the counter passive-aggressively punish me for my passive-aggressive refusal to use their size designations (“tall,” “grande,” “venti”). I’m serious. They do this almost every single time. I’ll say, “A medium mocha, please” and the person at the register will say, “A grande mocha?” and I’ll say, “A medium mocha, yes.” And he’ll […]