when i write that autobiography
I closed the espresso machine early tonight in order to get out and go home. Two not-intoxicated girls came in around 11:50 pm and one immediately asked if the machine was still on. I explained that I had closed it not long before. She then asked why, if Bollo’s was open to midnight, did I close the machine earlier. My explanation was prompt and was centered around the facts that I am a student, I have other pressures and responsibilities on me, and that it is my call when the machine gets shut down for the night. She was satiated and actually apologized later in our chat for having been “bitter”, as she put it.
I owe her a drink. It actually wasn’t a fun feeling to combine someone with a specific drink desire in mind and my current inability to make exactly what was about to be requested. I really enjoy making lattes, particularly for people who appreciate the effort and aesthetics. I believe she actually caught a hint of my dejection following my no-espresso-available explanation and that could be what prompted the apology.
Regardless, I have a feeling this anecdote will be passed on to many more generations of people through the avenue of my autobiography. I might also mention that tonight I had a bunch of chocolate cake and icing. Icing straight from a tube. It was purple and made of butter and confectionary sugar. I am not sure why there was that much icing left over from the special order cake, but me (and a few others) put an end to it. To be sure.