Dear Person who Took My Drink Instead of Yours from the Starbucks Counter,

I was in the bathroom. That was my water bottle (Tully’s, blue) on the drink counter.

The barista said “triple espresso macchiato.” You heard “espresso macchiato,” took the cup, and split.

But you ordered a double. Decaf. I found it by my Nalgene when I returned from the loo.

Mine was not decaf, and it was three shots. They made me a new one. I assume you drank the drink you took. Stinks for you.

Good luck getting to sleep tonight.

It all went down at the Starbucks on 12th Avenue by Seattle U. I thought of submitting this to The Stranger’s I, Anonymous column, but I don’t think my entry would, er, qualify. See blue-streak example.