It was meant to be a funny little joke in a presidential debate wrap up: “McCain is a cheerleader for the American worker. ‘They’re the best.’ Except for that lady at Starbucks who can never get my mocha right!” A week later, a different barista is taking our order at Starbucks and says that she read the article. Cue the flood of assurances that we weren’t talking about her, but she wasn’t buying it. She was very polite, but we felt like crap. End result: Best brewed, best tasting cup of coffee ever.