Shopping on a Saturday and
as I took the bend ; combined in Autumn, the rich scent of coffee filled the air and
I had to fulfill my need for caffeine!
I took out my last twenty, “ a espresso please... uhm.. no..
wait, change it to a regular however, I would like a Ca-phe-suada, but on second thought I think I’ll just have ... a Full blend - Caffé Latte ” ; my undecisive choice irritated that 'surly already pissed-off’ waiter, who I bet ...if he could, he would of smothered me into concussion for the times I changed my mind.
He banged my latte on the counter and said “Have a nice day!”
“Hey, what about my sugar?” I sharply asked,
“Oh my bad, confused little girl, how much d you take?”
I looked at him with a straight face and told him “nevermind”, then I jumped over that counter, got my sugar and ignored every screaming word he said.
I left that silly Café with a smirk!
Through the sidewalk I held my takeaway latte,
in my hand,
I burnt my tounge!...
Not really a poem though..