It all began with my daily Starbucks run, yesterday. (I know, Starbucks is expensive. But I'm in training and need my caffine!)
Jamming to my usual Ke$ha tracks, I pull-up my Starbucks app. Waiting behind the common 13-15 neatly pressed suits in front of me, I begin the process of deciding whether today would be different from the rest. Would I make the rebellious decision to chose a new, alien beverage or commit to the delicious, morning favorite of the Cool Lime Refresher? As usual, the wait is more of a slow walk as the pace of the counter matches the "freaky fast" motto of the popular sandwich competitor. Briskly meeting the counter, I stick to the Trenta CLR and deliver the news. While scanning the nifty bar code for payment and rewards via my mobile phone, I'm asked the question,
"What's your name?"
Non-chalantly, I respond, "J-ROD". The counter then moves on with it's rapid requests from potential customers as I move on with my day.
23.97 hours later, I repeat the above routine as if it were to appear in the directions of my daily shampoo. I reach the counter and deliver the autobiography of my recent beverage past. When my name is requested, I respond, again, without care or hesitation, "J-ROD". However, the response is not the same. The counter responded with:
"Oh, J-ROD! You were in here yesterday."
The voice is certain making the statement, not asking for agreement.
"I can't remember what you ordered, but I remember you."
As if a line from a recent RomCom with Cameron Diaz, the script demands a delayed response from surprise and brief-confusion as it is still the early hours.
"Yeah."
The counter smiles.
"I like your shorts."
I fumble the scanning of payment.
"Oh, thanks. They're from J Crew."
There is no need to name drop, but it happens.
"Really? J Crew. Cool!"
Finally scanning successfully, the counter continues.
"All right you're all set. Have a great day, 'J-ROD'!"
"You too!"
Not losing my cool, I shuffle over to the by-standing mass of wrist watching suits. Knowing there's at least the 13-15 suits ahead of me, my CLR's ETA is 5-10 minutes.
"Tall Non-fat Mocha for Coleen"
That's one called out. Five seconds later...
"Cool Lime Refresher."
Seeing it's a Trenta and CLRs are not all the rage, I stand back waiting for purposefull movement from the mass. With no name announced and the Starbusk's Siren facing the crowd, I take cautious steps to the too-soon-to-be-true cup of caffine-infused goodness. As I slowly turn the cup to view the Sharpie handwriting, I see my alias (misspelled) surrounded by stars!
I immediately smile. My hurried pace turns into a cool strut as I leave the shop and head to work.
Will we meet again? Will "the counter" be named? Find out next time on CHIcano's Secret Admirer. ;)
Chi-Love,
J-ROD
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