It's not hard to get the grasp of a drive-thru. You read the board, you squawk into the box, you're told to pull up to the window.
'Rover' took forever to get the barista to understand 'peppermint mocha' which was a poor choice for a canine to begin with, but what
the hey, and with eight cars behind him,including an impatient ME, changed his mind as his driver began pulling ahead...too late! forget it! You can have a gingerbread decaf another day. And the sad face didn't get to me either...I needed my vanilla latte.
