Akemi loves a good Starbucks cappuccino, but the taste of those foam-topped semi-espressos is invariably laced with a touch of (non-coffee) bitterness due to the fact that the baristas can never seem to get her name right. “Akemi,”she tells them. “A-ke-mi!”. And they’ll nod and head off to make her drink and then, when it’s done, she’ll receive something like this:
And this is what she received:
Today’s blog entry is dedicated to my sis, the Birthday Gal!