That Coffee Itch

I went to Starbucks the other day with Mo, and while I was there, an interesting blog entry occurred.

As we got out of my car, a man was exiting the drive through. With his window down, and his own drink in hand, he yelled at us: "I'll have a mocha-frap-a-lapa!" and sped away. Uncertain what this meant, Maureen and I slowly walked into Starbucks, confused.

The first thing it is important to note is that Maureen and I do not own the Starbucks we were entering, so it was really impossible for us to provide him with the drink he requested of us. If he intended for us to order it for him, it was rude of him to leave without giving us money, or a way to get it to him.
I have inquired with Google as to if this item appears on the menu or if maybe there was yet another way to order it. Fruitless.
Unfortunately this mystery drink will have to remain un-enjoyed by this strange, yelling man, but on the plus side, I got a rainbow cookie.