|No, I didn't make this one. A little Seattle trip reminiscing.|
Mocha Jim, skim, extra shot mocha with a sticker on the spout. Generous tipper, too, I might add.
The four to five guys who buy varying scenarios of brewed coffee. One likes four ice cubes, another likes an inch of hot water. One buys a small, then comes back up to pay for a refill. Another likes the endless mug but in the smaller cup. Another buys an Americano then sits down while we make it. I delivered it the other morning. The guys complained, "Hey, why do you deliver his coffee? Why are you so nice to him?" (Said in whiney, pitiful voices.) Mr. Americano thanked me graciously. So I told them that they could learn a little bit by paying attention. With a smile, of course, my sarcasm is always delivered with a smile.
So yesterday, when I delivered the Americano, one of them piped up. "Hey, are you and your daughter the same age?"
Did I mention that I like my little coffee gig?