Let me tell you a story.
So I had a job interview today, and when I left I decided that if I got the job, then it would be a good idea to familiarize myself with a nice coffee shop in the area. I’m kiiiiiiinda big on coffee.
The location of the job is about 45min from my house, so I’ve decided that I should get a spot that I like to blog at for a few hours after my shift. A plus if the place has WiFi, good atmosphere, cute baristas, and c a f f e i n e.
So I left the location of the interview and looked at my GPS (I use Waze, which is a great navigating app) to see what kind of coffee shops were in the area. Dunkin, no thank you…Starbucks, well I like it but not really what I’m going for right now…and then a couple of independent coffee shops. I picked a random one and headed on my way, carefully navigating through what looked like the downtown-type area of the cute little place I was currently in. On the way, I noticed gas prices and grocery stores, as who knows what kind of errands I’ll need to do when I’m in town.
Finally, I pulled up to the shop. Definitely looked cute from what I could tell. The outside almost gave the appearance of an old-school diner, and I wasn’t sure that was what I was looking for at this time. I did a quick google of the place to see if I could figure out what the inside was like without actually entering the building… and voíla! The most unhelpful website ever. So I decided to just go inside and let the chips fall where they may.
And boy. What. A. Cute. Atmosphere! So homey and relaxing! I knew it was gonna be the place for me. I took a look at the menu to see what I wanted, and realized that I hadn’t had anything all day. I decided that I would just wait until home to actually eat food, and thought I would play on it safe with a regular coffee, but blanched when I didn’t actually see anything about “coffee” on the menu. I saw specialty drinks and espresso-based beverages, but nowhere did the menu say “hot/iced coffee”, and give me the price. I decided that instead of anxiously standing in front of the cashier and awkwardly staring at the menu that wouldn’t tell me what I wanted to know, I would simply ask the cashier.
“Do you guys have just regular hot coffee?”
He just stared at me, and I at him, my mind turning in frustration as I used all of my observational skills to attempt to read his expression to determine whether he was joking or not. After what seems like hours (probably a mere five seconds), he broke the stare and appeased my terrified look to ask what size I wanted.
I breathed a sigh of relief: “The largest size you’ve got.”
“Large, okay. Dark roast?”
Somehow he’d read my mind about the roast I’d wanted. I acquiesced, and as he poured I realized how attractive this barista was.
“I realize how dumb of a question that was,” I floundered to say anything to sound less idiotic (probably ended up sounding stupider than ever), “but obviously I haven’t had my coffee yet.”
After that, I’m not sure exactly what the guy said to me besides the total for my coffee (which was cheap). I was lost in his beautiful eyes and floppy hair, and the sudden knowledge that he was pretty much my exact physical type definitely threw me off my game.
And I have no game.
So then I sat down, enjoyed my coffee (which was very hot due to the fact that I forgot to tell the also very hot barista that I wanted extra room for cream because he got me all tongue tied.), posted a blog post, and people-watched. I watched the customers come in and get greeted by name, and loved every minute of the energy surrounding the place. In all, 10/10, would return. In fact, I’m already planning on returning this Saturday with a friend of mine.
Floppy-haired barista boy, I sure hope you work Saturday mornings! (And whatever day I end up working in the area. It would suck to never see this guy again😂)
Thanks for reading!