“What would you like?” The barista asked.
“Venti Double Mochachino skinny.” The customer rattled off.
“Caroline, with a C”
It took every ounce of determination not to roll his eyes at her stereotypical order. He almost guessed what her order was going to be before she ordered it. She had shorts, ugg boots, and a messy bun. Almost every girl like that ordered a venti skinny something. Her horn rimmed glasses and over sized canvas bag screamed double espresso. There was a fifty percent chance of her ordering something off menu from her obscure band tee.
She texted while he made her order. He spelled her name wrong writing “Karolinc” on the cup.
He handed it to her and she looked at the name with disgust. “Really?”
He pretended to be busy with cleaning the machine. She walked away.
A new customer came up, he was a large man with a leather jacket, and a beard. Only slightly intimidated the barista asked, “How can I help you?”
“I would like a small black coffee and one of those filigree butt hole drinks.” He said.
“A small black coffee… and what was the second thing?” The barista asked, he wasn’t sure if he had heard that right.
“A fancy drink, I can’t remember what my wife wanted.” He said. “Just make whatever you want.”
“That one,” he pointed at the tall cups.
The barista typed at the register, “Name?”
He made the drinks and wrote his name on there the right way. He wrote what the drinks were on the cups, black coffee and filigree butt hole and handed the drinks over.
“You are welcome.” The barista said. He saw the man chuckling as he walked away and saw the names on the cups.