Best moment this morning: some wizened old dot looking totally puzzled and outraged at the tiny coffee she just paid 2 quid for. Obv had no idea what a double espresso was before she ordered it. They didn’t help by offering to turn it into an Americano without explaining what that was either. They might as well have just offered her a dirty Sanchez. She came back a minute later after drinking half of it and asking for some milk to top it up. What a frightening world it must seem. Never mind. You can’t dodge that coffin forever love.