I try to self-regulate my caffeine intake. Too much and I get a little jittery. Too little though and you’d probably tell me I’m cranky (just kidding…errr sorta). I’ll do hot tea and occasionally (or more frequently, I’ll admit in the winter months), I’ll splurge for that run to Dunkin’ Donuts or Starbucks. I always jokingly say that my intake is balanced by the price tag that goes with said drinks since I don’t want your straight up coffee. Blech. To me, that tastes like sewer water. I want your cappuccinos. I want a latte. I want it extra hot. I want it with skim milk. It better have foam. Preferably something like vanilla or with the holidays, gingerbread and eggnog flavoring are perfect additions. Don’t ask much, I think… 😉
Said regulation has gone out the window with my introduction on Monday to the $1.75 cappuccino offering downstairs in my office’s café. I don’t even have to put on my coat to get this one. No no no… just a simple elevator ride and it’s cheaper! Magic I tell you… that and danger rolled up into one. I foresee lots of twitching over the coming winter…
I went downstairs yesterday a little before 3 as I was about to go to forehead-to-keyboard in about 15 minutes otherwise. I got to the café to see a group of about four older gentlemen gathered together to get their afternoon coffee. One, who has to have been around 60, turned and smiled at me. I was standing there scanning around the set-up to see what all was available to pass the time. My arms were crossed, which I regularly do due to being cold instead of being standoffish. Always misinterpreted.
“Are you cold there? Is that what brings you down here?” he asked.
“Well, I’m actually pretty much always cold. But no, I’m just in need of a little afternoon caffeine boost.”
“Well, you know what? You’re the best part of today – I know that for sure.” His eyebrows raised and he smiled, almost impishly.
I smiled back, although I was thinking hmmmm little awkward for this little man to be saying this. Questionably gross? Maybe a little creepy?
“What are you getting?” he asked. “Latte? Cappuccino?”
“Cappuccino…” I replied. I kinda began to squirm as I was trying to assess the man in front of me. Did my eyes deceive me or did he just size me up? No no… I’m pretty darn certain he did. I’ll admit to perhaps not having worn by most professional of business casual options today, but it’s not tooooo bad. It’s a shorter retro style simple cotton long-sleeved Free People dress, courtesy of Beacon’s Closet, along with my new favorite tall suede black boots.
Before I knew it, there was additional money down on the counter, the gentlemen were headed out from the café, and the gentleman was turning back to me saying, “you just keep on smiling like you do… again, really the highlight of this day – that’s for sure”
It was a nice gesture – unexpected, but not unappreciated. At the same time, I felt a little squeamish having been quasi-hit upon by grandpa here. I know we live in an era where age is just a number and trophy wives are as common as chicken noodle soup, but it just felt odd. If the DG were here, she’d tell me not to bat an eyelash, I’m sure. And so sip sip sip away on my free cappuccino I did… but it was odd. Really odd.
What are your thoughts?
FYI – this is the audience participation part, ’cause P.S., I do see you there =)