There are occasionally mornings where our maintenance dude isn't here. And since he is The Maker of The Coffee, when I remember to, I pick up coffee at Starbucks on those mornings so I don't die from lack of morning caffeine.
What?
It could happen.
Well, in the beginning when I was under The Starbuck's Awesomeness Powers, I would order a White Chocolate Mocha or a Caramel Macchiato or during the holidays a Pumpkin Spice Latte. And those are like five bucks a pop.
So now I usually order a house coffee.
Because it's like half the price.
Unless it's the middle of a summer day and a hundred and two degrees outside. Then I order a Java Chip Frappuccino. Which I've just learned has six hundred calories. Damn you Starbucks.
Anyway, today when I pulled up to the little box to order my coffee, I said the same thing I always say, "Can I get a venti house with two raw sugars, toffee syrup and a ridiculous amount of cream?"
*peers into crowd* Lola? Is that you?
*ahem*, "I mean a ridiculous amount of non-fat milk"
*gag*
But this time, instead of just chuckling at me, this guy redid my order.
He is apparently a Connoisseur of The Coffee.
A fixer of messed up orders.
A straightener-outer of confused customers.
First, he repeated back to me exactly what I had ordered with air quotes on "ridiculous amount of cream" so prominent that I could hear them through the speaker. When I laughed and said yes, he revised my order.
"So, what you really want is a grande house in a venti cup with two raw sugars, toffee syrup and the rest cream?"
Yes.
YES.
That is exactly what I want.
You, Starbucks Man, are amazing.
All of these years that I have been sporadically coming in for coffee on the days when my maintenance man is absent and I didn't even know what I wanted. But now, now I know.

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