Trying to get that one simple coffee order right, always seems like a losing battle.
I stepped up to the counter, mind made up, said my name and the drink I wanted. Easy, straightforward, I thought. I get to the 'syrup, no syrup' part,
barista's hand flies off the steam wand like a bird spooked from its nest, as she hastily tells me they ran out.
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