Sleeve Me! - Update

The latest Starbucks indignity occurred yesterday. I ordered my usual tall, nonfat, vanilla latte at the ubiquitous Texas drive-through Starbucks and the manager thrust the hot drink towards me, sleeveless. I reached for it instinctively, forgetting my vow to cross my arms and glare, and then dropped it on the asphalt below. She apologized and rushed to get me another but this time handed the replacement to a co-worker who did indeed sleeve it up. As I was driving away in full sip mode, I realized that in her haste she gave me a regular, non-vanilla latte. Seriously Howard Schultz, this policy is causing red hands, hard feelings, and now blatant latte errors. Rescind posthaste.