My Pedantic Tendencies:
A while back I went to Starbucks along with my friend who, being desperately addicted to coffee, needed her ‘White Chocolate Grande Mocha.’
The coffee/tea hater that I am, I waited patiently in the background for her to finish. She, kindly, offered to pay for my drink in exchange for the ride. So, obviously not going to refuse free food, I search the menu for something other than coffee. I was pleasantly surprised when I came across the Hot Apple Cider drink, which tasted like how I always imagined the famed butterbeer (from the Harry Potter chronicles) to taste: hot, buttery, butter-scotchy, caramely, etc. Protip: If you haven’t tried this particular concoction at Starbucks, then you have been wasting your money there.
Anyway, the time comes to order, so I request my drink and when asked for the size, decisively say ‘Small.’ The lady at the cashier looks at me in confusion and responds with a quizzical ’You mean, Tall?’ The line is only growing larger, so I quickly agree and nod my head in the affirmative.
When it comes time to pick up my drink, I reasonably politely inform the barista that their sizing conventions are a bit skewed and not conducive to easy ordering, and suggest that they might want to look into changing the names of their cup sizes.
Of course my friends immediately start snickering and look completely mortified, and then proceed to tell me that I am pedantic.
And being referred to as pedantic brings up memories of watching the movie ‘Midnight in Paris’ in Art History with the pedantic gentleman who won’t stop spouting incorrect information about various historical figures/paintings.
(Edit: this was kind of a joke. Though I agree with the opinion I expressed to the barista, I didn’t actually think anyone would take me seriously, nor did I actually care that much )