Large mocha please, full fat milk, four sugars.
Every Saturday morning it's the same order, to the extent that I don't even have to make the order now, because the staff at the coffee stall know me. I just have to walk up to the counter and say,
I always remember yours, they tell me,
because it's so unusual. What? It's a coffee. They have mocha there on the menu. They ask me how many sugars I want and I tell them. They ask me what kind of milk I want, and I tell them that, too. They ask me if I want sprinkles. I tell them nutmeg. How is this special? Specifically, how is this special to a girl (or a boy) who makes coffee all day?
There was a different girl on the stall today. Large mocha please, full fat milk, four sugars. I felt like pushing the boat out a bit today, and got amaretto syrup. She said:
That's an epic coffee. Epic? Really?
(Sidenote: quotation from an unrelated message board in reference to Kamikaze Cookery—
I'm gonna be Paul for Halloween. He's pretty epic. You're damn right I put that on my CV.)
Later on, after pig sammich, I felt like having another. A smaller one this time. Regular size, no syrup.
I admire your fortitude, quoth Coffee Girl,
so much caffeine this early. Really? Nobody else has ever had two coffees before two pm?
Or am I simply the only one who's ever ordered a coffee while wearing a big black cloak?