And a four minute conversation with a woman at the bar drop off regarding whether or not the two drinks I placed were her's.
It was very confusing..see, apparently, I'm a jerkwad because I put her order (grande hc) next to a tall hc.
"Is this my drink? I only ordered one drink! Why are they're two drinks in my order? There are two drinks in my order? What did I order?"
I had to bite my tongue, chew my cheek, and swallow my vomit to prevent my hatred from pouring forth.
Well...ma'm.... maybe somebody else ordered the other drink.