So, remember the barista? Well I went in again when he was working [don't know how I figured out he was there...] and I was:
1. Greeted BY NAME [not my full name, just Yeti, but that's the only part of my name he knows...]
2. Greeted WITH A SMILE [sure, he's a smiley guy, but I am pretty sure it was EXTRA big this time]
3. He REMEMBERED my drink [friends, I am what they like to call picky. There are 3 things on top of just what kind of drink I want that he had to remember...he remembered them all!]
All I'm saying is...It Must Be Real, no one just DOES their job that well.
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How could it NOT be real?!
It must be real.
Or he could just be doing his job and being a good barista.
Sorry. Didn't mean to shoot that one down.
you believe what you want, sister, if that helps you get what you need.
Yeah, who would actually DO their job? That is ridiculous.
That's what Robins are for.
Have you heard Kristin Chenoweth's "Taylor the Latte Boy" song? I think it speaks to your situation. Here's a little part of it:
Taylor the latte boy,
Bring me java, bring me joy!
Taylor the latte boy,
I love him, I love him, I love him…
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