I'm a little freaked out.

I'm a little freaked out right now.
They know me, they know my order. It started about a year ago. I got in the habit of going down to the S-Bux on the ground floor of my building. I order the same thing every day. A double espresso macchiato. 15 calories of jumpin juice to get me going every day. It took about 6 months for the barristas and cashiers to stop asking me "what size" or ordering me a carmel macchiato which is 240 calories of a sweet mess. It took quite a while to school them. An espresso macchiato is espresso with a dollop of foam on it. Then I had a good 5 months of ordering my drink without a problem, knowing which barrista was going to make it the way I liked it. I knew if I saw a certain person at the coffee machines I would be sure to order a grande soy hot chocolate which is most certainly not good for one's waistline at 350 calories. During this time the order-taker kept calling me Stacy. This morning I walked in and before I could even reach the lovely order taker I heard her say "double macchiato for andrea, double macchiato for andrea". I looked at her and smiled and told her my name was stacy.