On coffee

[gominokouhai]

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, yes please.

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?

Comments

[spacelem]

Well, not compared to the guy who came most afternoons and asked for an extra large latte with 4 shots in, and would hang around talking about Christianity at me for ages and getting top ups of extra espresso. But people don't often ask for mochas, especially not with added sugar, so in a way, I suppose you might call it epic.

[gominokouhai]

Thanks for the insight. I don't see that as epic, though. Mocha is there on the menu. Maybe all your customers are boring?