I Missed That Meeting

Nov 05, 2010 18:31

Coffee shops offering 2 dozen varieties of said beverage at straight-faced yet outlandish prices, Latin verbiage awkward in the mouths of Scots ‘baristas’, or assistants, smug tho they may be.
Inoffensive jazz is piped in, of course.
The situation demands I utter the words ‘Tall Americano’, for all the world as if I was a doomed Chicano button- man who won’t survive the first reel.
Room for, said the young counterman, employing the rising inflection that suggests a question awaits my answer.
Room for?
Something to do with adding or not adding milk. I don’t know, I don’t know. Fuck them. I hurried to a seat, confused. Gingerly clasping my scalding Tall Americano with room for.
Coffee people, I want you to know this. I was only killing time in there. It was pouring rain and there was nowhere else to go. I am not buying into this. It’s important to me that I say this.
Oh I grow old.
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