
“Just before 9, I set off for Starbucks on Robinson Street clutching a piece of paper that read: ‘Venti Nonfat Misto’
“I have no idea what that means. Since my personal vices do not include an addiction to caffeine, so I’ve never bothered to learn Starbucks-speak. All I know is that you can just walk up the counter and ask for a small cup of coffee. You have to ask for a, uh, well – I don’t know what they call it...”
Click here to read Poole’s “Speaking Starbucks.”
Illustration by F.T. Rea
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