I find the practise of giving ones name at Starbucks to be somewhat repugnant. Hence I often make up names, referring to myself as (Colonel) Montoya. Indeed, their signature hot chocolate is either delicious or utterly disgusting.
I’m not sure which, yet.
I was mistaken for a Scandinavian today, which given my almost unreasonable love for Europe was very pleasing.
It’s soon approaching the time where we do the weekend happy dance.