To wash down my breakfast bagel I ordered my usual from Starbucks, a green tea latte with 2 pumps of syrup and non-fat milk.  The enthusiastic barista handed me my drink while remarking in her thick accent, “It’s really green!”

I assisted in stating the obvious.  “Heh.  Yep, guess it is.”

She then says, “Could I ask you a personal question?”  This inquiry always leaves me a little hesitant to respond with any semblance of a go-ahead.  When a man wants to ask me something personal it is always concerning at least one of two things, my appearance or relationship status.  Women have a lot more leeway on their chosen subject due to the whole “girl-talk” loophole.

Placated by my green tea, I answer, “Sure.”

Taking full advantage of womanly intimacy, she giggles while asking, “Does it come out that color when you take it to the bathroom?”

Lady.  Wow.  Seriously.  How many times has your waiter asked you what color your poop is based on the dish you just ordered?

I shake my head and assure her that my urine is not green.  “Nope.  It’s yellow every day, all day.”

She giggles again.