It’s me, Amy. The Sell-Out.
I had a desperate moment.
I was out of café.
I was exhausted.
I was running late (or is it "latte"?)
I sold out.
I BOUGHT my morning cafécito from STARBUCKS!!
And this is how it went: I walked in, feeling ashamed. I kept my sunglasses on so I could not be recognized. I waited in line. There’s ALWAYS a line.
I listened to what sounded like another language.
"Grande Mocha Frappucino"
"No Foam, Half Caf, Venti Latte"
"Grande Caramel Machiato with Whip"
And then, it was my turn . . . "A double espresso please"
You know the Visa commercial where everything stops when someone pays with cash? I swear that’s what happened.
Everyone stopped. The "barista" looked at me blankly and said,"What?"
I repeated my order, "Double espresso"
"That’s it?" He stared at me in disbelief.
That was the moment I realized that further communication with the sub-species known as "Starbucks Barista" was futile.
(it won’t happen again)