Yesterday, after lunch, Gordon, Luke Morgan, and I decided to grab a coffee from a local establishment:
Me: “We’ll have two long blacks and one short black please”.
Cashier: “Do you want milk in your long black?”
… Then we had this uncomfortable Louis Theroux moment where I looked at her blankly for a longer than normal amount of time.
Me: “If I did, then it wouldn’t be a long black then”.
I guess I’m used to enforcing the clarity of a definition.