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The Do, Do Dodo

I was sitting at my usual table at the café. I had my blog page open on my cell phone to collect thoughts. Thoughts always turn into stories, and I wanted to be ready when the juices flowed. What would be the flavor of the day? I am not referring to coffee here but in case you needed to know; large drip, two creams. The flavor I am looking for is a story. I often have a thought that wakes me up in the morning. A quick short sentence or a daily mantra. Sometimes I must write about another crazy dream I had the night before. Today I was looking at a blinking cursor. I had nothing.

Eventually, a young couple walked in with a small child in a stroller. They looked up at the menu for awhile and were ready to order. The girl told the barista that she’d like to “do” a macchiato. The guy said he’d do a drip. I suddenly knew what the flavor of the day ways going to be, it wasn’t a flavor, more like a rant. This wasn’t the first time I heard beverages ordered this way. I worked in the bar business a long time. Kids have been doing drinks for years.

What happened to, May I, please have a…

I have never heard a kid say they wanted to do their food. I’m sure it happens but nobody wants to see some guy doing a hamburger or a slice of hot apple pie! This is why kids order food online. They do their “doing” on an app, like food was a hook up. Swipe left, swipe right and I’ll see you on my front porch tonight. A little side bar. Why do the delivery drivers take pictures of the bag of do-dos? And why do they stop, drop and run? Back to the café.

Barista for a day

I would love to be the barista and just to have some fun. There would be no doing allowed.  I’m sorry, we don’t allow culinary fornication here. Now what’s the magic word?

Could just see the reaction. “Omg, wtf, just give me my drink already!”

My rant is over and the story is almost as well, but I do have one more thought.

Do doers tip?

Thanks for the good time. Here’s a little extra for your troubles. Probably not.

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