dream_bubble_tea epitome of incomprehensibility Most of the store's space is behind the counter, where vats of toppings are stored. Behind them, a mixing machine. Closer to me, a poster with an opaque mango-coloured drink. I catch the attention of one of the behind-the-counter people, ask her: "How much more is the slushie than the regular tea?" To me, she looks like a Susan: shoulder-length, curly blond hair. But then she does something un-Susan-like, at least judging from my experience of Susans: in a frosty voice, she says, "That's a smoothie, not a slushie." And then she walks away, too disgusted by my error to take my business. Instead I watch as another worker drops black olives into the blender and mixes them with orange-coloured slush. I'm confused about this until he pours it into a bowl. Aha! It's squash soup. 240630 what's it to you? who go blather from