Just as with jefbot in the strip, whenever I go to Starbucks, I order my coffee, they ask for my name, they write my name on a cup, and then, when my order’s ready, they never call my name but instead call out the type of coffee, even though my name is right there. On the cup. It doesn’t matter how many customers are impatiently waiting for orders. It doesn’t matter if the orders are similar or identical. I swear, they take names for some secret, internal use known only to Starbucks. It’s maddening, and I must get to the bottom of it.

Oh, and my middle name’s “Scott” which is most likely why jefbot opted for that surname when the barista questioned “Schuetze.” JEFbot trivia!