It's nice when the barista remembers what you order every morning.
And even better when he's got it ready to go before you've even gotten to the front of the line to order and pay.
I squealed in delight as the others in the queue fired a mixture of curious and dagger looks my way.
What a great start to the morning. These things make me smile as I walk down the frangipanni-lined lane that still reeks of last night's beer.
Brilliant.