So...I've always been partial to a latte, skinny and tall and Starbucks is always dreamy. I've tried several Starbucks since being in Chi and it took me a while to realise I was paying over the odds for such a pleasure. I'd order a 'tall non-fat latte', pay, wait patiently at the counter and when two tall non-fat latte's were called as being ready and no one would collect them, I'd eventually ask if it was mine, they'd nod and I'd tootle off. Only after three times of this happening and two drinks appearing at the bar did I then realise that 'tall' was being mistaken for 'two' - because of my ropey British accent - so I'd been ordering double bubble each morning. I've now got it down to a fine art...I order ONE tall non-fat latte....a lady did ask me if I meant 'one - two tall non-fat latte's....'(?) errrr no. Lesson number 1 - learn to annunciate better (and lose the Bristolian accent).
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