ordered the game-day version again. four shots, no foam, extra hot, name on the cup spelled wrong on purpose. the barista saw me at the door and started the cup before i spoke. that's the alignment. she knows the call. i know the call. the manager backed away from the register and stood by the pastry case. nobody wants to be in the frame when it goes wrong. i tip well. i say nothing. she slides it across the counter. one look, no words. that's the read