My Barista daughter has a job at Starbucks, she managed to transfer from England without a break in her service and now is eligible for benefits.
She had to write a note for an elderly fighter pilot to carry home to his wife. He had been let into the store early and was tap dancing to entertain her while she prepared to open at 5am.
“What do they call this step?” he attempted a complicated flourish with his sandaled feet, “The Bitch! It’s so difficult!” My daughter laughed.
“Shots” carried home in a cup for his wife, so she could add and whisk her own soy milk (she doesn’t like theirs), would not taste so good and my daughter had added a splash of milk to conserve the integrity of the flavour. The note she was writing was to explain the presence of the bux soy milk.
“You’re such a pretty young thing,” he said flashing her a smile mid shuffle.
As she finished the note he showed her a picture of himself taken at the controls of his fighter plane, back in the day. He was looking over his shoulder at the camera.
“Sign your name on the note…go on put a title! Make it look official!”
“Star Barista!” my daughter wrote.
Well hello there! My name is Vivienne McNeny.
I am an empty nester exploring life as a Boomer…you could say I'm happily Boomering along!
As a homeschooling Mum I have finally quit the job of role model and mentor to my four children. I do what I want to do, eat when I feel like it, enjoy life with my blue eyed cowboy and clean my house once a month or so whether it needs it or not!
In true English form I write about the emergence of my true identity now that I can no longer hide behind my children as their Mum.
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