Joe Flacco’s Big Day Out
“Hi! What can I get you today?”
“Well, we have our light blonde, medium Pike’s Peak or a bold dark roast coffee.”
Pike’s Peak sounded foreign, so Joe immediately dismissed it in his mind. His high school sweetheart was a blonde and he liked her, but the tingling reminded him, big day. Bold. Big day.
“Dark roast.” Joe hoped he sounded convincing enough even though he thought his heart was going to burst through his chest.
“Would you like a shot of syrup? Hazelnut? Dolce de leche? Carmel? Vanilla? Chocolate? We still have pumpkin spice left if you want it.”
“Um, how much is a shot of syrup?” The tingle had turned to a throb.
“All of them. I want all the syrups.” Why were his ears ringing? Maybe the team doctor would be there when he signed his contract. He could ask if the flu was going around again.
“You want six different coffees?”
Joe started to do the math in his head and when he realized he was about to spend more than ten dollars for coffee he panicked. “No, just put all the syrups in one cup of coffee.” This is not how a big day was supposed to go, he told himself.