D: They gave me the wrong drink yet again. In a month, (1 month) they have never, ever gotten my drink right the first time.
I’m like THANKS! Not mad! Just not comin’ back.
D: I mean, first world problems, for sure
Me: But still.
We deal with a lot.
This is all we ask.
D: Just want a no foam soy latte. That’s all.
Me: You want too much.
D: “Vanilla latte” comes up.
Nope, that not it.
Me: In the old country, you knew your place.
D: In Mother Russia, you make mistake, you no eat whole winter.
Me: In Mother Russia, latte drink YOU.
D: You drink potato latte. Out of hollowed potato. And you like it.
Me: We make latte with potatoes and tears.
D: Potato spice latte: Two parts potato, one part despair.
Me: With a sprinkling of cinnamon.