The Starbucks near my house probably has a 10% success rate with my order. I'm forced to go, as the significant other loves the lates and all that, but keep my expectations low.
They messed up a large hot coffee with cream three times in a row on me. It isn't even called a coffee, but rather a "Pike Place" or something stupid like that. Now I just drive to Horton's a little further away and make an extra stop for my girl's drink after.