Bobble Tiki hears it constantly.  Bobble Tiki will be in line at the coffee house and bemoan the person ahead of him, who sounds more like a code-speaking spy than a coffee consumer.

Perhaps Bobble Tiki will admit to his own momentary lapses of reason, which led him to pronounce such Orwellian words himself. Even Bobble Tiki will confess to (in his younger days, mind you) spouting such nonsense as "doubletallnonfatvanillalatte." But, if you think about it, annoying as the latte lingo may be, it does sound better than saying, "I'd like two espressos â€" one caffeinated, one decaffeinated â€" poured into an extra-large cup filled with steamed nonfat milk â€" hold the foam â€" made into a hot chocolate, and mixed with vanilla and caramel syrup. And please top that with a dollop of whipped cream."

Bobble Tiki can only imagine what kind of lingo will pop up once the caffeinated doughnut arrives in the South Sound â€" "Extralongnonfatchoclatesprinkledecafmaplebar please."

Oh Lord, please make this jittery, neurotic, anxiety-ridden, heart-palpitating society stop this nonsense. Bobble Tiki doesn't need  his glutenous fat-packed heart-stopping sugar bomb jacked up. â€" Bobble Tiki