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Maybe that's what he asked to be called.
"What's your name, sir?"
"I don't give out my name, that leads to identity theft. Just write down The Black Guy, I'll know it's me."
Posted by: The Last Archimedean | Thursday, August 30, 2012 at 12:08 PM
as someone who works for the siren..... we have a drink called the black eye. and a lot of customers say nothing but their drink order so when asked what his name was he probably just repeated his drink again....leading to the Batista thinking he said black guy.
Posted by: Ibblet | Thursday, August 30, 2012 at 02:04 PM
Yeah also farther along the cup it says "in S...(can't see the rest)" so they wrote more of a description than "The Black Guy".
Meaning they either forgot to ask his name, or the exchange went like this.
"Can I get your name for the cup?"
"mumble mumble mumble" [walk away]
or
"Can I get your name for the cup?"
"Grande Latte."
"No sir, your name"
"Two sugars."
Posted by: Chicajojobe | Thursday, August 30, 2012 at 02:13 PM
The few times I braved a StarYucks to get some much needed caffeine they never once asked my name. Ever. Even though it was fairly busy. They just called out the name of the drink.
Posted by: Jami | Saturday, September 01, 2012 at 06:15 AM