Coffee orders these days. It’s not just ‘coffee’ anymore, is it? It’s a whole narrative. ‘I’ll have a Venti, oat milk, extra-hot, sugar-free vanilla, caramel drizzle, no whip, stirred counter-clockwise, with a hint of existential dread.’ What is this? A science experiment? A magic spell? It’s coffee! Black, maybe a splash of milk, two sugars, boom, done. But now, you need a secret decoder ring just to order a cup. And don’t even get me started on the names they give them. ‘Grande Mocha-Choca-Latte-Frap-a-doodle-doo.’ I just want caffeine, not a performance!
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