It's a little comic I whipped up because I'm bored and the coffee my hubby made this morning was good.
Based in part on a real event with my dad's first visit to a Starbucks. He wanted "plain black coffee" and the poor barista was utterly clueless about what he meant. I had to come to the rescue and order him a "Grande Cafe Americano." He shouted, "What the HELL did you just get me?" I explained, "Coffee, black."
(P.S. - I have nothing against Hillary Clinton. I just didn't want to use the face of some hard-working barista.)