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I love my morning coffee. I’m not so sure I like all of the new employees at Ellianos. I miss the cute guy who would smile sheepishly as I gave him and his colleagues their dollar tip. At that lady who knew exactly what I wanted and would have it ready before I got to the window sometimes. The guy with the long hair is still there, but he always looks confused when I give him my order. Which bothers me a little. I only order a coffee with cream and Splenda. It’s not like I order a ½ frap latte with extra cream special sauce pickles lettuce cheese. Sorry my mind wandered into the Big Mac commercials. Maybe I could write my second memoir on the Wommacks and how coffee is intrinsic to their survival. It amazes me that at 10:00 PM they will start the coffee pot, just to sit around and talk. As though they haven’t already spent a couple of hours sitting around discussing…well nothing and everything. I think long after she’s gone I will hear my granny ask someone to make a pot of coffee. She always says, “Baby, let’s make a pot of coffee.” As though we are both going to put the grounds in the filter and fill the reservoir up with water together. This is not the case. She simply means she wants YOU, or me, to make the coffee. That’s similar to how she asks me to complete some household chore. This request comes as a favor from her: “Baby, I’ll let you seep the kitchen for me.” She pretends that I have spent most of the morning moping around the house looking forlornly at the broom. She must imagine me pacing by the broom, sneaking quick touches of the handle. Of course, when I write it that way it does seem as though I secretly desired to dance across the floor with this cleaning utensil.
3 Comments:
Nikki, I MUST be related to you--or at least my mom must be related to your granny. My favorite "let" story is Mom telling Wes back when we were dating, "Wes, I think I'm gonna let you paint a mural on the wall in that room." Wes had been craving the chance to paint a wall in his girlfriend's house. I don't know how she knew that, but she did.
By Donna Sewell, at 3:06 PM
I've noticed that you bring the Elliano's cup each day. I absolutely love Elliano's, but I've made myself wait until Friday to treat myself with one. I am the one who orders the special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onion, on a sesame seed bun. It is almost embarrassing, but I want what I want and should be able to have that! My husband's family also does the coffee thing. I don't get that. I will not drink regular coffee, only the celebrity kind, so I am not sure what the attraction is to coffee late at night.
By Mary Poppins, at 8:21 PM
I agree with the coffee. In my classroom I keep a coffe pot, but my problem is I sometimes drink it all day long. By 2:00 some of my students will ask if I am ok as I pour another cup and start teaching. But I look at it this way, it is either coffee or liquor and even though liquor is quicker, coffee allows me to keep my job.
By The Man, at 9:10 AM
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