an allegorical tale

About half an hour ago, my boss kindly offered to buy me a cup of coffee at the coffee shop, since he was going that direction with our general manager. What a nice guy, right? So I asked for a single soy latte — that's three little words and five tiny syllables. Well, a few minutes ago, boss sent general manager back with a double regular latte, with someone else's name written on the side of it.

At the risk of sounding ungrateful for the largesse of those who don't give a shit about me: one out of three words is actually pretty bad, especially for the lactose-intolerant.