After I got off the train, I stopped by The Second Cup & Eatery (not to be confused with Canada's Second Cup) for breakfast.

The guy behind the counter, who I will affectionately nickname SCG (Second Cup Guy), smiled and said, "Hi, may I help you?"

Craning my neck to scan the menu hanging about six feet above my head, I replied, "Hi! I'd like a bran muffin and a tall latte."

SCG asked, "You mean large?"

I scanned the menu once more. Unable to spot the word large and being clueless, I said, "No, I mean tall."

SCG grabbed two different sized cups and with a hint of work-with-me-here in his voice, he asked, "Okay, do you want a Starbucks tall or a real tall?"

The light bulb of understanding abruptly came on and I exclaimed, "Ohhh! A real tall, please. Sorry about that, I was confused."

"Don't worry, people come in here all the time ordering with Starbucks sizes. We're trying to break them of the habit."