Every customer adding a new step into the dance.
Extra hot.
Lactose free.
Rumba.
With milk.
With soy.
Waltz.
Half sweet.
No foam.
Extra small.
Extra large.
Decaf (Get out).
Step ball change and twirl.
Add sugar.
Biscotti wet.
Coffee. Coffee. Coffee.
The train moves on.
Coffee.
Person.
Coffee.
Person.
Pastry.
Screaming baby. (Ugh)
Coffee.
Coffee.
Coffeeeeeeeeeeeee.
And break. Then every now and again, the dance pauses. You get THEM. The good customer.
The one who smiles as they walk in the door and not just because of
social contract. The one who genuinely enjoys having you service them. The ones you might be friends with if you met under othercircumstances. The ones that come back time and time again because you’re the one who knows not just how they like it, but how you like to give it to them.
Sometimes you chat.
