"A large black Americano, please," I cheerily say to the woman at the till. "To go!" I add loudly, beaming.
Clearly at a loss as to why someone would be so chipper at seven o'clock on a Wednesday morning at a motorway service station but none too bothered about finding out, she blinks, stares coolly and replies: "Do you mean venti or grande?"
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