Me: I’d like an iced coffee please. With the blonde, if you have it brewed.
Her: Oh, I can’t do that.
Me: Wait. WHAT? Do you not have the blonde brewed? Okay. I’ll have Pike Place. No problem.
Her: Sorry, Ma’am, I can’t do that either.
Me: Okay. I’ll say it again. Wait. WHAT?
Her: Our iced coffee is already mixed.
Me: Okay. That’s weird. Can I just get some coffee and ice in a cup?
Her: I don’t know if I can do that.
Him: I don’t know if we can do that.
Me: Um, Okay. Can you give me a grande-sized cup, but only pour a tall-sized amount of coffee and then fill the rest with ice?
Her: I’m not sure. I can try.
Me: Thanks?
{She hands me one of their hot coffee cups. Coffee. Three ice cubes.}
Me: Okay. Errr. Can I get a cold coffee cup filled with ice please?
Her: Um. Maybe?
Me: {As I pour the hot coffee from the hot coffee cup into the cold cup filled with ice} See? Iced coffee! Ice and coffee! Huzzah!
Her: I have never seen that before.
Me: I know. It’s a CRAZY invention, this iced coffee business!

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