On coffee flirting

So, apparently one of the middle-aged men who frequents our shop thinks that the cute-as-a-button high school girl I just trained makes lattes "better than Larry." Mmm-hmmm.

Looks can get you far.

Too bad I'm fat and balding...

Well it's been almost a month since my last post, so between my infrequency and my crabbiness, I've probably driven most of you off. Good.

As I think about the blog, I realize that it's really more of a parody of myself than a true representation. Exaggerated and one-sided, funny if you aren't offended, but you're offended most of the time, so you have to remind yourself that it's funny, but dang, that IS offensive! Is it tongue in cheek? Is he laughing at me? Probably.

For the sake of my friends, who are now afraid to order anything but espresso, black coffee and cappuccinos when they come to the shop, I should say that I wouldn't want you to be afraid to order that sweet caramel breve latte in a 20 oz cup that you've been secretly coveting. I do, from time to time. It doesn't bother me when you do it. It would bother me if you suggested that that was the best way to drink coffee, but only a fool would do that, and you aren't a fool, are you? Ok, I might snicker a bit when you order it. But remember, I'm a hypocrite, so just ignore me.

Strange, lately people have been complimenting the coffee, but they've been ordering drinks like a caramel-almond-soy-white mocha (really) where I don't think that the coffee quality is all that discernible. Not sure whether I should be flattered or offended, but my immense ego seems to take it as a compliment, so I haven't really felt too much angst towards these people, even if they are covering up the taste of the coffee...