So this morning I had to go get coffee to get out of the construction zone that is my house, which comes complete with barking dogs (they would be mine but I have absolutely no control over them). Actually I have to go get coffee just about every morning - so I'm pretty much a regular. As in the girls start making my large, skinny, iced mocha when they see my car pull into the parking lot. So today there's a new guy at the counter and the girls are off doing other things. I tell the new kid what I want. He's so new that he really doesn't know what he's doing...I watch him put in not one, but two, extra shots and I cheer inside! Plus also, he makes way too much so I end up with, wait for it...not one, but two, large, skinny, iced mochas! For reals! I just may make it through the day! I still might lose my mind, but I'll be too caffeine high to notice!
Yay for new baristas!