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I mentally re-distributed calories for the day, allowing myself to stop at Starbucks to get a third cup of coffee before getting on the train home after my physical therapy appointment.
Me: Can I please have a short sugar-free hazelnut coffee in a tall cup?
Barista: You're not gonna be payin' for that today.
Me: I'm not?
Barista: *Says something about taking my card to pretend to swipe it maybe? But I don't know because I couldn't make out what he was saying because he was talking in what he clearly thought was a low sexy voice*
Barista: What's your name?
Me: Celia.
Barista: Do you work in the area, Celia?
Me: No. I work in Queens and live in Queens.
Barista: Oh. Well, next time you're around, come in and see me.
And then he hands me a grande cup.
I used to appreciate it so much when they'd upgrade my drink size at Starbucks, but it rarely happened. Now it happens more, probably because I'm thinner and people are nicer to thinner people, but now it totally screws up my calorie calculations! I had to spill out half the cup, because I'd only allowed for a certain amount of milk, and that amount would not have been enough for such a large quantity of coffee.
Also, I think that Barista was wildly unprofessional and he made me uncomfortable with his soft-speaking. If you're going to flirt with me, at least speak up so I can hear you properly.
In conclusion, I want pizza SO badly. And a cheese danish. Two of them.
Me: Can I please have a short sugar-free hazelnut coffee in a tall cup?
Barista: You're not gonna be payin' for that today.
Me: I'm not?
Barista: *Says something about taking my card to pretend to swipe it maybe? But I don't know because I couldn't make out what he was saying because he was talking in what he clearly thought was a low sexy voice*
Barista: What's your name?
Me: Celia.
Barista: Do you work in the area, Celia?
Me: No. I work in Queens and live in Queens.
Barista: Oh. Well, next time you're around, come in and see me.
And then he hands me a grande cup.
I used to appreciate it so much when they'd upgrade my drink size at Starbucks, but it rarely happened. Now it happens more, probably because I'm thinner and people are nicer to thinner people, but now it totally screws up my calorie calculations! I had to spill out half the cup, because I'd only allowed for a certain amount of milk, and that amount would not have been enough for such a large quantity of coffee.
Also, I think that Barista was wildly unprofessional and he made me uncomfortable with his soft-speaking. If you're going to flirt with me, at least speak up so I can hear you properly.
In conclusion, I want pizza SO badly. And a cheese danish. Two of them.