Just ten minutes I go, I went to the Tim Horton's nearby.  I decided to order someone I haven't drank a long time ago: a chocolate ice cappucino, or ice capp, for short.

The service was slow this evening, as they were giving extra attention to a new trainee.  That's okay.  I waited.

Three customers later, I approached the counter, and I order:

-- Hi!  I'll have a small chocolate ice capp.
-- Um, what's sir?  Oh, wait, you said chocolate.  (Punches in "1 brownie.")
-- No, not a brownie, a small chocolate ice capp.
-- Oh okay, a chocolate milk.
-- No... A... Small... Chocolate... Ice... Capp.

After finally getting my ice capp, well guess what, this time she understood every but the chocolate.  It was a regular ice cappucino.

When I realised it was not what I ordered, I was already outside.  I felt like I already wasted my time and $2 on something I didn't want, I wasn't willing to spend more time in line to solve the problem.  Instead, I amused myself at splattering my ice capp down their gargage can in the parking lot.  What a mess, but more fun than arguing.