A Starbuck's run this morning found me waiting for a medium latte wondering what the number of word threshold was between ordering a coffee and ordering a milkshake in a place equipped with a Free BarTM when the manager called a "venti skinny soy iced caramel mocha latte with three additional shots of espresso."
She caught me chuckling in disbelief at the other end of the counter, grinned, and - once she was sure the customer had turned his back - made a disgusted tongue-sticking-between-her-teeth face.
I think the threshold might be three. Four if I'm being really generous.
