The Barista
I used to go to a Starbucks in my old town. The same barista worked there all the time. Even though I went there a lot, she could never spell my name right. Finally before I moved she did spell my name right on my cup. I felt a sense of closure and knew I ready to move on.
I used to go to a Starbucks in my old town. Finally before I moved she did spell my name right on my cup. The same barista worked there all the time. I felt a sense of closure and knew I ready to move on. Even though I went there a lot, she could never spell my name right.