Shoe by Gary Brookins and Susie MacNelly for April 13, 2020

That’s not what Starbucks says…..

My fine feathered friends . . . .

Um…Can I have some Green Tea please?

“Small coffee” is mine.

This should be a law, along with no doctor appointments before eleven AM. I’m checking the Geneva Convention.

Big. Hot. Nothing. Added.

People complain about the price of gas but pay 8 bucks for 8 ounces of what supposedly passes as coffee which means you are paying roughly $128.00 per gallon for coffee.

I ordered coffee in a small town in the Northeast. When I was asked, “Regular?”, I though she was talking caffeinated. Nope, Regular was with milk and sugar.

Coffee please. Now. Thanks.

Java! Milk! Hot! Please!

COMIC OF THE DAY!

“We limit coffee orders to four words.” (And the last word should be “please.”)

“Café negro, por favor”. Those are my four words.

In the coffee shops here – mercifully not Starbucks – an unadulterated cup of black coffee is called Cafe americano.

Coffee… Flavored… Coffee…

I don’t need 4. Heck, I don’t need any. I can’t remember the last time I drank coffee I didn’t make myself.

That would make things simpler and more enjoyable.

Vente mocha latte chino with a half caf decaf and a squirt of sprinkles.

“Diet Coke, no ice”

6 feet and 4 words. Sounds good.

I can’t imagine anything Roz serves that would require four words.

In that case, Tea, Earl Grey, hot.

Hot, Black. Does it for me.

I must insist on five because I include please.