Thursday, March 17, 2016

some things are not open for interpretation

me: hi there. may i please have a grande, half-sweet, no-whip hot chocolate?

barista: sure!

me: thanks.

barista: would you like whip cream on that?

if only this were a one-off kinda response.

and now back to translating...

9 comments:

  1. yes indeed I have too experienced this when a barista is like "how do you like things" late in the game when they should have been just LISTENING and stuff so I get how you feel I think.

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    1. **I too have.

      by the way I love it when baristas are just like SO ON! do you know this? i believe a good barista is an attentive one.

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    2. ha ha. the over-the-top perky barista?

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    3. yeah I want a barista who knows my first AND last name. one that cares about my feelings and my life, and one that's around afterwards for a little something haha. anyone in the interwebs got any leads on one of dem?

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    4. right: someone who knows your dog's likes and dislikes, what your favourite basketball team is, and the ways in which you do and do not fit the characteristics of your zodiac sign. i mean, of COURSE baristas should know all that stuff. AND be excited about it!

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    5. i think if I were a barista i'd at least take the time to learn your drink order, and maybe what your shoulder tattoo means. but that's just mean. i'm loving my lifestyle as it is, and i'm not sure barista would look good on my cv, but maybe! after all, coffee doesn't make itself!

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    6. bahaha. gawd love the shoulder tattoo!

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    7. mine is of a snake but it's eating itself like some sort of self-loving flexible young man! ooroborus i think it's called. wow if i said that to my barista i think she'd be like "oh I'm not educated." jees.

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  2. YES! ouroboros. just this year, i came across a book by italian-canadian writer, Dôre Michelut, that includes two texts: the longer one is called "Loyalty to the Hunt"; the second is a kind of reflection on the first, called "Ouroboros: The Book That Ate Me." :-) interesting, "educated" (ha ha) stuff.

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