A case of the awesomes
I walk across the courtyard, enter the Starbucks cafe, and stand in line. Most of the Baristas here know me by face, two of them even know my name. I usually order the same thing each time I’m here – Tall, extra-hot, 4-pump, stirred Chai. And here’s what invariably happens when it’s my turn to order.
Barista: “what can I get started for you today?”
Me: <<description of the chai>>
Barista: Awesome! Anything else for you today?
Me: No, thanks; that will be it
As my drink is announced, I walk up to the bar, and say “Thanks”.
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At the grocery store, the cashier asks – will that be all?
Me: Yes please
And so it goes on. At the restaurant, the gelato shop, the fast-food joint – you name it. Anywhere and everywhere I go, I am reassured that my choices are “Awesome”. In fact, if today I go to the pharmacy and ask “do you have anything for someone afflicted with the awesomes”, I’m sure what the girl will say.