as i have mentioned before, the rev and i are ardent starbucks lovers and goers. he goes more often than i now – couple a strong desire to sleep in with a lazy attitude towards a (programmable) coffee maker, and you will find the rev at our neighborhood coffee shop on his way to work on a near-daily basis. i accompany him some mornings, though, and a few anomalies have presented themselves in our trips together. for one, when the rev does treat me to my morning chai (which is more often than not, to be fair), i am decidedly NOT treated to my morning Old Fashioned Doughnut. he refuses to help me eat blobs of lard, for some reason, and i am made to shell out the $1.37 for it myself. the more quirky tendency of the rev relates to his ordering style. we all have our own little rehearsed lines for starbucks – mine is something along the lines of “a tall/grande nonfat no-water chai.” not too long, but gets everything in that i need. the rev’s is rather simpler: “large coffee.” he steadfastly refuses to bend to the sizing rules of starbucks (tall/grande/venti), and will only say small, medium, or large. i recently cornered him on why exactly this was, and it turns out that it stems from his fear of turning into “that starbucks guy,” who orders a venti half caff light foam no whip nonfat soy caramel macchiato with an extra shot and also please spit in it for a little flavor. so a large coffee it is.