Did I just meet the man of my dreams?!
While at Starbucks, I just ordered my traditional complex drink. Once the drink was ready, the barista rattled off the order and this guy about my age swooped in and grabbed my drink. I stood baffled. He must have noticed me crouching in on his personal space because it caused him to check the name on the cup. As he handed me my beloved latte, I gently pointed out that it is a very specific drink and couldn't possibly have been for him, to which he replied that the order was nearly identical to his, excluding the name, of course.
With my luck, I bet his name starts with an "E."