I'm in Toronto and apparently it's been awhile since I've patronized Starbucks. This morning I woke up and skidded my way down the icy sidewalk to the nearest epicenter of world domination and asked for a large coffee.
"What size would you like?" the barista asked me redundantly.
"Large please," I said again.
Then - and this is where I started getting annoyed - she looked at me and pointed to the largest cup on display and said, "You'd like a VENTI?"
And I swear to god what I should have said is, "Bitch. Your mom knows what I like."
But what came out was, "Yes please."
And the thing is, I wasn't even trying to be be difficult. It's just that a large is a large. It is THE LARGEST SIZE OFFERED. Period. Regardless of whatever clever Italian branding is slapped on it by some genius in Seattle.
God, it pissed me off. For like four minutes.