God knows there are enough things in life to stress you out, so why should ordering a drink at the Starbucks at the mall be one of them?

I’ll tell you why.

Because, for one, Starbucks has its own language.

Judi Franco mentioned this the other day. She rehearses her order before she goes up the barista – or so she said.

So, being that I’m half a “shem” and could hardly remember my own name half the time, I decided to give it a try.

Lynn and I were at the mall – and voila, there was the Starbucks.

Lynn tells me what she wants – which I have to go over in my head a few hundred times – and in doing so, forget what I wanted – and how I take it.

Here’s the result. Pardon the photography!

Moral of the story – frig all the fancy-schmanzy stuff. Just have the coffee!