an early morning meeting shuffled me out the door earlier than normal but with enough time to heed the siren song of starbucks. (yes, even though i only drink decaf…)
me: can i have an iced decaf americano?
employee #1: size?
me: oh, tall, please.
i paid at the next available register and ambled over to wait by the drink counter.
employee #2: *plops drink onto the counter* iced tall americano.
me: *notes lack of decaf, hesitates in grabbing drink thinking it might not be mine*
employee #2: *studies my pause* *looks at cup* decaf. that’s a decaf iced tall americano.
me: *processes her skepticism regarding the decaf comment* *reaches for cup* thanks.
employee #2: *pulls cup back* actually, i’m not so sure about that decaf. i wish this *points to machine* had a memory recall button so it could tell me what i just made. *dumps out first americano* *prepares replacement* okay, this one is definitely decaf.
me: thank you so much. i really appreciate it.
employee #2: have a good day.
me: you as well.
for once, it appeared i wasn’t the one in dire need of caffeine.