Lessons in Cultural Competency: Being a regular

I've been to Mud often enough now that the baristas recognize me (come on, I wear the same sunglasses, one of two coats and white hat almost every day, and arrive around 9:30). So I was in heaven this morning when the less laid back one didn't ask what I wanted and just handed me my coffee. I paid, and went on my merry way - things were looking up for a Monday.

Then I took a sip.

It wasn't my drink! He forgot the sugar! (just a little bit)

Which is just to say, don't forget to use your words, honey.