A snippet of dialogue actually overheard around town.
A very impatient teenaged boy, dressed in new fashion-conscious outfit, boots, shiny trousers, graffiti shirt, orders from an extremely patient, attentive girl server, nearly the same age. A line begins growing as this goes on.
TEEN: I want a, like, (COUGHS) __apuchino?
STARBUCKS SERVER: Cappuccino?
---No Response ---
The line grows by two more people, now stretching to the door. Everyone is impatiently shuffling, whispering, and snickering.
STARBUCKS SERVER: Frap or Cap?
TEEN: What?
STARBUCKS SERVER: Hot or ice blended?
TEEN: No thanks.
STARBUCKS SERVER: No ice? Not the blended drink?
TEEN: Oh, no.
STARBUCKS SERVER: Hot CAP-uchino!
TEEN: No, I want a cold drink.
STARBUCKS SERVER: Cold. Frappuccino?
TEEN: Please.
The teen is so distracted and seems lost. The server wisely double-checks with him.
STARBUCKS SERVER: It's blended, OK? Ice is blended into it.
TEEN: Just a Capuchino, and no whipped cream.
STARBUCKS SERVER: Frapuccino? Or Cappuccino?
TEEN: The cold one.
STARBUCKS SERVER: OK. So, a ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssuchino, no whipped cream.
TEEN: Maybe, like, a little.
STARBUCKS SERVER: (SIGHS, SMILES AGAIN) A little whipped cream—
TEEN: —No, a little ice, you know, to make sure it's cold enough.
STARBUCKS SERVER: It's blended in. Frappuccinos have ice blended into them.
TEEN: OK. But no ice, please.
She ignores this last request, writes up the order as the people in the line applaud. She calls the order to the drink preparer. The teen walks off in a daze.
