Hey, welcome in! says the barista as you walk into the local coffee shop. You can tell she’s said those words at least a million times from the forced enthusiasm she’s perfected. What can I get ya? She says with a soft smile that no doubt gets her plenty of five-dollar bills in the tip jar. You look up at the menu, covered in words you don’t understand and goofy names for lattes. I’ll have uh… a medium… Kurt Cobean?
You say, with a semi-confused look. She lets out a small giggle that leaves you wondering if it was real or just another rehearsed action. We call it that because its got an extra shot of espresso. She pauses. Get it? She says with another giggle that sounds real. Maybe.