I’m that person.

The person in line ahead of you in Starbucks.

The one ordering the drink so complicated the barista has to repeat it twice.

I’m the chubby round girl ordering not one but two snacks (in separate bags please) and then having the nerve to order her drink non-fat, like it’ll actually make a difference (disclaimer: one snack is breakfast; the other is for later when I’m about to pass out from hunger but can’t leave the lab because I have back-to-back meetings from 11 until 5) (also, I just plain don’t do whole milk).

Yep, I’m the iced-venti-5-pump-non-fat-easy-ice-tazo-chai-latte.

Sorry ’bout that.

Thanks for that dirty look, though. It made me feel super.