A barrista finally asked me my name. She didn't believe that my name was Julio (yes, pronouned the Spanish way and not the English way). She had told me that the new Maple Streussel Muffin was bomb and wasn't buying me as Julio. I thought about singing a few bars of Simon & Garfunkle but thought better of it.
In all of the excitement, someone took my wife's latte (my iced coffee had no Julio as it was delivered to me as I paid) and they had to make a new latte with no name on it.
Disappointment.