I have big problems when ordering at Starbucks.  I'm not into all the girly ("fru-fru" as Wendy says) drinks and special Starbucks language.  I usually say, "Can I have a small coffee?" and watch them all cringe at my barista ignorance.  In Hawaii, I wanted something a little more refreshing than piping-hot man-coffee.  I was thinking something like coffee with ice cubes.  I went in and looked through the menu for something similar.  The closest thing I could find was this thing called a Frappuccino.  That word isn't a part of my vocabulary, but I went with it.  There was a choice between "coffee" and "coffee light", and seeing how I'm not a fan of how strong Starbucks coffee is, I went with "coffee light".  So here's me ordering:  "Can I have a ... uh ... Frappuccino ... coffee light ... small, please?"  The barista asked me, "Would you like whipped cream with that?"  I held back a sneer and said, "No, thanks."  It was humiliating and emasculating, and it ended up being something other than coffee with ice cubes.  But that frozen concoction was delicious.  Despite the complicated ordering procedure and Starbucks' tendency to feminine-ize everything, I'd go back and do it again. #food