I am a morning person. Sortof.
I do love being up early, making coffee, watching the world start to wake up around me. In fact, I strongly believe that a road trip isn’t a road trip unless it begins before sunrise.
I only wish I could actually FUNCTION in the mornings I love so much.
Which brings me to my latest complaint, a Catch 22 if you will: Ordering Coffee in the morning.
I only want one thing when I walk into a coffee shop in the mornings. Caffeine. LOTS of it. As Soon As Possible.
It never works out that way.
What I expect from a coffee shop when I go in is the complete, total and utter attention of the person taking my order. Because I can only say it ONCE. Not because I’m an elitist snob. It’s because my brain isn’t working yet. I have queued in the lineup, retrieved the necessary paper or plastic currency from my pocket, and carefully rehearsed my order in my head. So when I say “Venti Americano With Room” do not look back at me quizzically and say “Sorry, venti what?”
My brain was only wired to say that ONE SENTENCE before the life-giving caffeine will allow it to do much else.
So Barista that I grunted at this morning? I’m sorry. Except I’m not. It’s just the way it is. I will do my best to open my mouth and form the words that you require to make my beverage, and you will listen and not ask me to repeat myself.
Of course, if it were less complicated to order the damn thing in the first place, we may not have this problem at all!