But what is it really?
On Thursday, a customer approached the bar after taking a few sips of her latte. She looked a bit concerned.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “But I think I accidentally took someone’s hot chocolate. I mean, it’s delicious and I’ve been enjoying it, but I didn’t want to take someone else’s drink.”
After we checked around, we figured that no one had ordered a hot chocolate, so she did indeed get the skim latte that she had ordered. She thanked us for clearing that up, and then went back to enjoying her drink.
It didn’t dawn on me until later that she must not have ever had one of our lattes before, and that it was so rich, delicious, and sweet just from the milk and espresso that she had figured it possibly was a hot chocolate.
We’ll take that as a compliment.
I’m notoriously bad for seeing movies I want to see in a timely fashion. Somehow I end up going to the theater to watch the trainwreck that is Post Grad, but I can’t make it to any of the Apatow comedies that are on my list (any obsessive TV fan will understand the strange allure of Rory Gilmore falling in love with Matt Saracen, to the rest of you, that won’t make sense).