For years the joke has been that Diet Coke runs through my veins instead of blood. For the Hedgehog I do believe it will be green iced tea - at least if my cravings during gestation have anything to say in the matter. It seems I have been drinking it by the gallon. Generally from Starbucks - because it is easy, consistent, and can fill the void when I'm out and want something to drink and might have traditionally gotten a Diet Coke. (I haven't totally given up on Diet Coke, but I have scaled way back from earlier days).
I can now order it in my sleep: Venti, Green Iced Tea, unsweetened, extra ice. (What's with the standard at Starbucks being to sweeten their tea? That crap's just nasty).
So today the bug hits, I go to Starbucks, I place my order, I stand at the counter awaiting my beverage. And the barista preparing the drinks starts to quiz me on how, precisely, she should make my drink have extra ice in it. Something about replacing the water or something else or who really knows.
I was tempted to respond with "Call any other Starbucks in the Portland metro area and ask them. No one else has ever had a problem filling the order in the past." Another appropriate response might have been "It's over 100 degrees outside right now, and there have been several days in a row of record-breaking temperatures, I cannot be the first person to ever make this request of you." I ended up saying "I don't care."
Which she must have understood to mean "I don't care if there is extra ice in the cup or not" because the damn bitch didn't put any extra ice in the cup. But I was afraid to complain, because I wasn't sure if she was capable of making a drink with extra ice or not.