I grew up in a tiny town. At the local restaurant, you could get your coffee two ways: black or with milk. So, when I go off to college, I’m not used to having anything but black coffee.
I encounter my first [Coffee Chain], and when I enter it, I’m overwhelmed by the variety of choices, especially because I don’t see black coffee listed. I make it to the front of the line.
Me: “Um, a small black coffee?”
Barista: “We don’t got ‘small’ coffee or ‘black’ coffee.”
Me: “No black coffee?”
Barista: “Can’t you read the menu, kid?”
Me: “Yeah, but I don’t know what any of it is. I just want a cup of coffee.”
Thankfully, the customer behind me translated what I wanted into the lingo I needed and helped me get my cup of plain coffee. I suspect they didn’t want to be stuck behind me for ten minutes; that being said, it was still nice of them to help me out.