Starbucks

They just can't seem to get my order right at my local Starbucks. Sometime it's a fight just to get into the place. Yesterday I ordered a six foot tall Jewish lesbian acrobat and wound up with an egg salad pita wrap. Wouldn't have been so bad if the eggs were cooked. Just once I'd like to get what I ordered.

I think Starbucks stopped shooting for the stars and concentrated more on the bucks part. Next time I'll really throw them and ask them for a martini. See what happens.