Them In Coffee

I got some Spam with that subject line today and it seemed appropriate since we were talking about Seattle. Seattle has a LOT of coffee places. It's the birthplace of Starbucks, for example. You can visit the original store, which initially only sold coffee beans until the late 1980's when it started making coffee drinks and an Empire Was Born. I love me some Starbucks, although I try to visit local coffee places when possible to support the non-behemoth establishment, doncha know. But I love Starbucks for the consistency of its coffee and the friendly, efficient and quick staff people.

I did meet one this trip who made this odd... um... sound at me. I went to order something but my mouth wasn't working right so I made that obligatory joke about it being impossible to order coffee before you've HAD coffee and she looked up at me, smirked and made this...sound. It's hard to put into consonants and vowels but it was sort of like this, "heeeeerrrrrn."

As in, "God, I haven't heard THAT joke more than 60,000 times TODAY, you more-ON. You damn tourists are ruining our slacker, grunge, tattooed vibe and if one more person makes some cliched joke in a perky little southern accent, I'm going to SPIT IN HER COFFEE."

I mean, if it were possible to sum all that up in one sound, this would be the sound. I don't really blame her or anything but it didn't increase the size of her tip, either.

My other favorite coffee moment in Seattle was as I was approaching a Starbucks and saw these two foreign men standing directly outside of it having a very animated conversation. I couldn't pinpoint the accent but as I slipped past them and into the store, I overheard THIS:

Man 1: "And THEN you squeeze it?"

Man 2: "No! NO! You don't SQUEEZE it! There is NO SQUEEZING! Never do you squeeze it, NO!"

After a doppio espresso, this was darn funny.

(I am still trying to figure out what they were talking about, though.)

I'm waiting for my husband to upload the pictures we took in Seattle so I can tell you about Pike's Market and the conveyor-belt sushi place but it might have to wait because he's got a bad cold and I don't want to add to his to-do list. I left the camera with him and he's still there until late tomorrow.

Someone impersonating my parents stayed with my children over the weekend and didn't take a single picture. Okay, maybe it WAS my parents. Maybe they were just really busy --especially my mother, since I notice that she managed to trim my enormous ficus tree, as well as organize the condiments in my refrigerator into rows by size.