You sweet talker

I took the boys to Starbucks to get a snack today. It was part of a trip to Target so I wasn't particularly dressed up, but maybe I looked better than I thought. When I sat down with the boys to enjoy our little treat I saw this written on the cup:










That's right. MILF. I've seen them write my name on the cup before to keep the order together, but this? Wow. I don't really think of myself that way, but still. Either the guy at the counter was hitting on me, or he can't spell. Ok, the second one is far more likely, but makes a much less amusing story, right?