Three minutes later, the guy behind the counter was calling for Annette. I didn't want to embarrass him or anything... I mean it wasn't his fault. So I just took the cup, and sure enough, in very pretty cursive writing, there it was... Annette.
So I guess I now have a Starbucks name.
Hello, my name is Annette... may I have a Peppermint Mocha Frap, no whip?