I have had no voice for the past few days, and trying to order my coffee in a loud, crowded Starbucks has been a challenge (I’m pretty sure if you google “First World Problems,” this is the exact definition). Yesterday they got my order completely wrong, so today I thought I’d be proactive. When the cashier asked for my order, I handed her my phone, which said this:

She smiled and wrote it down.

Then, this: