A lady came in yesterday and asked for a tall coffee and a slice of the zucchini walnut loaf. Without any prompting, she added that the loaf was for her schnauzer.
I followed her gaze out the window and, sure enough, there was a schnauzer sitting in a patio chair, grinning stupidly. She laughed and said “he told me he wanted to come to Starbucks!” I asked her how she came to determine that the dog preferred the zucchini loaf over, say, the cranberry orange loaf (had he told her?). She shrugged her shoulders and said, “I don’t know. He just really likes the zucchini.”