I spent last night hooked up to an at-home sleep study machine which included tubes and wires and tangled bouts of sleep. Barely any sleep, actually. Having reached the Starbucks point of my walk, I decided my usual decaf americano wasn’t going to cut it. I was going to go big.
J: Good morning, Abby.
Me: Hi, J. Can I have an iced grande half-caf americano?
J: There are 3 shots in that. Do you want it 1/3 decaf and 2/3 caffeine or…?
Me: Oh, umm, I don’t care. Surprise me.
With the order paid for, I moved down the counter to wait for my drink. R was in charge of the espresso machine. He held up the marked up cup that said “1/3” under caffeine. “Do you really want it as 1/3 caffeine?”
Me: I’m not sure. There was math involved. Too early.
R: I sort of overheard your conversation with J and I can actually do this fully half caf. I mean, I can pull all three shots as half caf.
Me: Oh! Yes! That’s what I want. Please and thank you.
R: No problem.
Okay, so, I’m kind of a regular and neither J or R was a stranger, but it was an interesting lesson in espresso making.