From then on, the barista and I had a special relationship. He'd look for me, we'd make eye contact and smile at each other. I said I only wanted him to pour me coffee as he always gave me free ones. He asked how my weekend was and we commented on banal things like the weather. And he remembered my order. (You might not think this is anything special, but I have been going to this Starbucks for over a year and know the other baristas by name -- and they can never remember I want a tall Pike Place. They can remember the tall non-fat two extra shot mocha with no whipped cream at 200 degrees, but they can't remember "coffee").
Last week, after several weeks of pleasant exchanges, I was in line behind an older man. My cute barista looked right past the man to me and said "What can I get you". The older man huffed "I'm next" to which my barista said "Yes, I was asking you". The older man turned to me and said "Well it looks like he only has eyes for you." We all laughed.
And I thought --
"Aw, he likes me? Must be because I remind him of his mother."
4 comments:
oooooooh! he does like you! and NOT because you remind him of his mother! shame on you for writing that!
I know what you mean about that feeling - but you know, because you feel it, that it's not true, right?
When I was telling a friend (who is the same age) about my coffee encounter, just as I was getting to the "he likes me because" we said at the same time "you remind him of his mother" and we burst out laughing. Another friend said that she was in the mall last weekend and she noticed that she is now turning the heads of men in their 70s. They see her (she's late 40s) and think "Mmmm -- Twinkie". And then their wives elbow them in the side. It's funny how our perspective on who and what is attractive changes with age. And I'm great with that.
Darlin...........oh lovely one............of course he remembers you..............you'll memorable, gorg, terrific and a Pike Place coffee expert to boot. You go girl.
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