Zoe woke us up a few times last night, so this afternoon I went to Starbucks to pick up 2 drinks–one for me and one for David.
I ordered my drink (iced soy latte) and told the cashier, “and my husband wants a tall blonde.” [as in blonde roast]
Without skipping a beat, the cashier said “well, your husband should appreciate what he has. Nothing wrong with a short blonde.”
Well played, Will at Starbucks. Well played.