I was in an airport last week, and it was five in the morning, and I needed a cup of coffee. Now, slightly because I'm a dirty hippie but mostly because I like pink things, I have a Lilly Pulitzer travel mug. Rather reasonably, I think, I go to a Starbucks and ask for a coffee in it.
The young lady asks, "Is that a Starbucks mug?"
I, because I have not learned to lie quickly, say, "No."
They cannot give me coffee in my non-Starbucks mug, so I have to get a paper cup.
I understand places that won't fill your travel mug because it probably has ebola. I even understand places that won't fill it because they don't know what size it is, and neither do you, because that's a silly thing to know.
But because it's not their mug? And they had to ask? Seriously? I am now even more Starbucks-alienated than I already was.
I am not going to buy their damn mug, because it's hideous and I don't need two. And next time I might walk even farther across an airport to get other coffee, even if it is stupid o'clock, because, yes, I hate things that much.