I fell down the rabbit hole today. →[More:]
I stopped at Starbucks this afternoon for one of the oft advertised gingerbread lattes (I'm a sucker for ginerbread) and ordered a medium. It's not rebellion; I just could never remember their size designations. The young woman taking my order kindly translated: "One grande pumpkin spice." (They were done with gingerbread for the season, sadly; I missed the Rockefeller tree this year, too.) Now, here's where things got weird. The woman before me had ordered a tall (their small) hot chocolate and the man after me a venti (large) cappucino. Each of us, however, was handed the same size cup: venti. We stood there at counter's end, unnoticed by staff, shifting and comparing cups like monkeys in a shell game, shrugged, and moved on.

Since the world must make sense, I theorized. A) Starbucks had decided to use solely venti cups, varying the volume of the contents instead of cup size (I popped the lid and, indeed, my cup far from runneth over). B) They ran out of tall and grande cups.

(On Christmas, I also saw a man running in the rain in a santa hat. I love people.)