Hasn't happened to me in a while. I was almost delighted!\n\nFor years I avoided Starbucks because I just drink black coffee: Plain old black coffee. And for years Starbucks had the worst black coffee in the biz. It was burned-tasting, probably over-roasted in some effort to cut the sweetness of the tons of sugar most people want in their coffee confections. So when I'd go to Starbucks and they'd cheerily ask \""what can I get started for you?\"" I'd just say \""medium coffee, black\"" and usually they couldn't understand. Then I got attitude. I got sick of it. I stayed away in droves.\n\nBut then they came out with that Pikes Place\u00a9 branded stuff (everything needs to have a brand. Intellectual capital and all that) and it was ok and they stopped giving me attitude when I'd order it. Maybe Starbucks could be a coffee destination for me once again.\n\nSo it was with some delight that my order at the drive-thru speaker was greeted with a pause and soft-voiced incredulity. When I rolled up to the window, $2.50 in hand, I beheld the almost-offended haughty visage of a tattooed coffee artisan, who handed me a cup almost without making eye contact. \""Two-eleven\"" he said, flatly. I handed him the money and said \""keep it\"", trying to smooth over the poor dear's rankled nerves. But an artist, once offended, can't be assuaged with a mere tuppence. He said nothing and retreated to his lair behind the window, obviously there to ponder the banality of the philistine he had just encountered. \n\nAnd I was delighted. Because I can now safely go back to my previous prejudices regarding Starbucks. Mission Accomplished!