Douglas Adams goes up to the counter and orders an Earl Grey. The barista turns a handle, and there is a whirring that fills the entire coffee shop, followed by the screech of fingernails on a blackboard and something that sounds suspiciously like the theme from Scooby Doo. It is the barista’s first day, and she has already been mistaken once for a barrister and once for J.S. Bach, so she (quite bravely) accepts that maybe strange things just happen in this particular Starbucks. A mucusy batter flows reluctantly from the faucet, which was meant only to supply hot water. She shrugs, and hands it to Adams. He shrugs, and drinks it.