The Outting
“Grande Mocha, no whip, extra hot” was called into the overstuffed punching bag of a coffee shop.
The more I come into these places, the more I realize how addicted to coffee we must all be.
My thoughts wander to escape the frenzied madness. Faces are grim, impatient, feet are tapping and large sighs can be heard.
“Grande Mocha, no whip, extra hot” called the barista once again.
Perhaps they left. Maybe they are trampled under foot and nobody can hear their grumbling protests as each high heel or loafer treads over them to get an extra inch toward the magical counter which holds the object of their affection. Maybe we should be sending a search party out- my thoughts run over an old comedy routine I heard once where a- ”Tall Soy Chai Latte!” My thoughts are interrupted.
Movement occurs through the sea of people.
“Grande Vanilla Latte, extra foam” calls another.
“That’s me” I can hear myself mutter. As though they could hear me over the roar of impatience settling into this place. I squeeze past some patrons who are oblivious to their surroundings, staring blankly until they hear their order called.
Someone walks to the counter, and grabs two drinks.
“Hope I’m not stuck with the soy latte,” my pessimistic mind spits out.
”Mary? Mary?” a voice calls out. Impatience must be contagious I tell myself.
One or two people glanced up from their intimate conversations with their blackberry and low-fat cappuccinos.
My thoughts were still trying to comprehend if such a common name could be linked to me. It was of course.
“Yep, I’m on my way,” I think to myself as I smile and hold up my hand as though the barista will throw my drink over the hurdles of people.
I get my drink, and scramble as quickly as I can to get out of that place. The cool air rushes in as I open the door and escape the madness.
Who signs themselves up to stand in line 10 minutes, to order a coffee dripping in sugar and milk, only to wait another 5 until your order is called out. Who willingly goes through this, pays for this experience, and does it again? Grumpiness is taking over my mind.
I sip my vanilla latte- extra foam, and walk down the path.
“Mmmm, so good.” I take another sip and begin to relax.
With each step and each sip, I slip further and further from the coffee-pit insanity. My eyes take in the weather, the birds, the clouds, distant sounds and rustling of the wind.
“What a beautiful day!” as a smile and another sip of latte crosses my lips.
“What a great latte,” I confirm as I toss the cup into the garbage.
And as I walk, a seemingly harmless thought travels through my mind… “Tomorrow, I think I’ll try the mocha.”
The End