I went with 2% milk today. I know. It’s scandalous. Except not at all.
Honestly, I’m still a wee bit upset about losing my beloved pumpkin spice for the season. All I’ve ordered since is plain old fashioned lattes. I thought it might motivate me to start varying my beverages again, but it hasn’t. I used to get a different drink almost every day! When did I become so boring? When did getting 2% instead of nonfat milk become something exciting? I blame my former barista, Alex. I don’t understand why he didn’t just pick up and move to Chicago when I did. Where is his loyalty? I’m stuck here in an abyss of baristas who know neither my name, nor how charming and adorable I am. That’s just ridiculous. It’s been a year, and I have yet to find a new, full-time, undertow-making, pumpkin spice-sneaking barista. But maybe it’s me. Maybe it’s time for me to let him go. Maybe I can’t find a new one until I stop dwelling on how good I had it.
Nope. He will never be topped in the history of coffee. I’ll be over here weeping into my boring latte if you need me.