This young guy came up to the counter today, half-flapping, half-dancing his arms up and down, I suppose to the “beat” of the jazz piano music playing, and ordered a grande coffee. I said ok, and would you like to try a sample of our gingersnap latte? [sitting in front of us on a platter].
“NO. I DON’T LIKE CREAM AND SUGAR IN MY COFFEE.” [arms flapping, head bobbing to the beat.]
“Ok! Well, that’s all right. But I will say, the samples are really good. Are you sure?”
“WELL MAYBE IF YOU ASK ME REEEALLL PRETTY LIKE.”
[With a look of amusement] “Ok. Would you like to try a gingersnap latte?”
[With a swagger as he swoops up his coffee and dances away from the counter]