No. 4 had some store credit to burn at Starbucks and Old Navy, so this evening we set off to fulfill her respective obligations.
At Starbucks we were succeeded by a middle aged man holding a huge bag of espresso beans, wearing Hawaiian-print shorts and felt clogs, and trying desperately to remember what appeared to be someone else's order.
"I'll have a . . . decaf . . . non-fat . . ."
Here, sweat beads formed on his brow as he nervously shifted his weight from foot to foot,
". . . sugar free . . ."
Then, all at once, as if out of sheer relief,
"whitechocolatelatte!"
You can't help feeling sorry for the guy. And it kinda makes you wonder -- what's left to put in there, anyway???
Then at the mall we walked past a couple of apparently-dating couples, about whom I noticed chiefly that the female half was dressed up, that she looked slightly nervous and slightly uncomfortable, and that the male half didn't seem to be paying a whole lot of attention.
It really looked horribly unappealing.
I'm not sure how it's supposed to be done, but I'm sure there's a better way . . .
3 comments:
Are you saying that the result of male inattention during courtship will be the woman's overly-complicated and quickly-forgotten coffee requests in middle age?
Makes sense to me.
there isn't a better way.
This appears to be one of those highly disturbing phenomenons.
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