"A tall latte & a tall soy (they don't say soya here i have learnt) latte"
I am understood. I'm a Blogger, i'm thinking, i have got this whole jogging blogging starbucks- ordering thing all sewn up.
The woman behind me is a consummate pro.
"A grande, decaf, non-fat, pumpkin-spiced latte" she shouts, literally through my head.
Then, a reminder, of just how far we have come in our seven days of being native New Yorkers. A couple of women, British (northern), early fifties, generous girth, sheepishly whisper their order over the counter:
"2 white coffees please"
There is total silence. In a coffee shop, part of a chain of coffee shops that has an outlet on nearly every street corner in the world, two women have simply asked for a coffee each - and their request has been met with complete silence. This absolute failure to understand one another continues.
"Latte or cappucino?"
"No, no, just the coffees please"
"Tall, or grande?"
"Just a splash of milk. White".
Fantastic.
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