Bear Baby apparently ordered my usual drink (I was sitting in the car), but it was wrong.
I thought it looked a little darker than usual and when I took a sip, I was right.
It was the wrong order.
Bear Baby said he thought for a second that it was a bit darker than usual but assumed it was darker because I got only a 1/2 pump of white chocolate.
I made sure he understood that in the future, if he had even a .01% of doubt that something was off, he should double check.
I hate mocha. The whole purpose of going to Starbucks was to get something I wanted to drink so I can go to do Jim.
Now I don’t want to drink this disgusting mocha flavored espresso over ice.
THREE (sometimes four) SHOTS OF ESPRESSO OVER ICE IN A VENTI CUP WITH A SPLASH OF SOY & ONE PUMP OF WHITE CHOCOLATE.