Showing posts with label Broadway and Spruce. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Broadway and Spruce. Show all posts
The barista at the front counter of the Waves coffee house wasn't waiting to take my order; she already had a slice of gingerbread loaf plated and the POS display was beaming with the details of my large, extra-hot, dark mocha. I forget what I said, but her reply was: "you're the high point of our day!"
What do you say to that? Not what I said -- something like, "that's sad," and how maybe they don't get out enough. It's a reflex on my part. I have trouble taking compliments gracefully, if at all. My people-person barista said as much; chiding me: "Don't refuse the compliment; accept it!
Good advice. What did her partner-in-java, who made my dark mocha, think of my gauche behaviour? Well she made a face. Click the image to enlarge.
Good advice. What did her partner-in-java, who made my dark mocha, think of my gauche behaviour? Well she made a face. Click the image to enlarge.
"No one is talking but everyone is on the phone!"
Overheard at the Waves coffee shop at West Broadway and Spruce. A flock alighted, and sat as a group. One of them looked up to note how they were ignoring each other, and quietly thumbing their phones. I enjoyed a large, extra-hot, dark mocha, this one topped with the challenging steamed milk design known as "birth of a nebulae."
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