Today I entered Starbucks after a hefty brunch determined not to ask for anything too heavy. Not a latte, not a hot chocolate or a chai, and definitely not a frappuccino. When I got to the front, though, I realized I had no idea how to order just a cup of coffee. I couldn't even find it on the menu.
"What would you like?" asked the barrista, a bearded man.
"Just coffee," I said, uncertainly.
He flipped around, played with a machine, and presented me with a steaming cup of "Verona."
It smells okay. I added three sugar packets and it now sits quietly on the table. But I'm still a little wary.
Sunday, March 20, 2005
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