Saw some fusspots today, in a café. The first fusspot said “I’d like an iced latte, please. And can you use milk straight from the fridge?” The barina said “This milk here is cold – I got it out of the fridge a couple of minutes ago. But I’ll be putting ice in it anyway.” The fusspot said “No, it’s at room temperature. Can I have it from the fridge, please?” He got his way. The second fusspot said “A cappuccino, no chocolate, quite wet please.” The barina handed her a cup topped with white foam. She said “Is it wet?” The barina said “I put extra water in.” The fusspot sipped fussily at the foam for a few seconds. “I can’t taste the coffee,” she said.

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