Grande Wackiness

I visit Starbucks somewhat frequently so I know the terminology if you will. My "usual" is a grande, no-water, soy chai. Maybe a bit more specific than some other people's orders, but I don't think it oozes over the top and causes stares, mouths to gape...like the woman I was staring at this morning. I honestly couldn't tell you what she ordered. I do know it was a grande something. But it was like gibberish...something foam something something... And then she looks at this girl and says, "Oh, well, she knows what I like, she usually makes it for me." Meanwhile, the girl swiped my card because I never have enough cash for Starbucks because it is RIDICULOUSLY expensive especially in the Big Apple. And she entered it as cash and then she said, "Don't worry about it." So I have no clue if I was charged or not. Then I precede to the "pick-up bar," where steamy, high calorie drinks await. I am waiting with three other ladies all bundled up in fur, strangely enough, they weren't together. There was a drink on the bar. "Is this one mine?" "No, that one was a mix-up." Then a small cappuccino appears, the lady next to me says, "I ordered a grande." Then some icy drink appears. Then the lady on my other side says, "I ordered a mocha." The girl behind the counter shouts, "OH, my God." She is literally unraveling before our eyes. Then the girl (i.e. the girl that knows how to make the special gibberish drink appears and starts dumping maybe a gallon of FOAM into this huge cup puts a lid in it and gives it to the lady (she wore a furry hat). But before she places the lid on, furry lady actually felt the weight of her beverage, like it was some massive nuclear science project. Finally, my drink comes up, although luke warm because this particular 'bucks didn't have any heat. Oh, it's only 11 degrees out, who needs it! I walk over to put the nutmeg and cinnamon in my chai (yes, I know, I am wavering on the obnoxious here), when along comes fur hat, gibberish, foam lady and asks me to pass the cinnamon. Will she ever leave? She has been here longer than I have. 45 minutes later, (alright 10 minutes later), I left. I am sure the mocha girl is still standing there.