First I was stunned. “Sorry what?”
"An illegal immigrant mocha."
Now I knew what he was asking for. “I’m sorry, sir. I literally have no idea what you’re talking about.” But I wanted to hear him say it.
"…a Mexican mocha."
"Oh a MEXICAN mocha! Why didn’t you just say so the first time?" I replied loudly as I turned around to the espresso machine, muttering "ignorant racist fuckwit" as I made his drink.