Walk up to cafe counter.
One of the managers greets me, “What’ll it be today, Zero?”
“Coffee, please.” I say, putting my travel mug down so I can pull my credit card out of my wallet.
Manager grabs my mug and makes a show of spinning it around and analyzing it from all angles, then hands it back to me. “Looks good to me. We’re all good here.”
“Ah, we’re good. Thank you.”
He smiles and proceeds to help the next customer.
And then I walk away like a guy with a vessel approved by the powers-that-be for consumption of coffee.