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Norm!

My new (well, it’s been two months now, so I suppose it’s not all THAT new) work schedule has me rolling out of bed a little before six A.M. each weekday morning. Those of you who have known me for any length of time know that for me this is as natural of an act as breathing. That is, if I were breathing CHLORINE GAS.

Ahem. Anyhow.

So this morning, mostly because the season finale of Lost was on last night and it was a two-hour job, I was particularly dead to the world. And when that happens, my savior is a Venti Mocha Frappuccino from Ye Olde Starbucks, picked up via the drive-thru on the way to work. This is a function of Seattle; I was never a coffee drinker before I moved here, but when you live in a city that has coffee stands every 37 feet, you’re pretty much forced to develop a taste for it.

Here’s how the scene usually plays out:

<Fred drives up to the speaker.>

Way-Too-Cheerful Barista Girl
: “Welcome to Starbucks! What can I get started for you this morning?”

Fred <sleepily>: “I’ll have a Venti Mocha Frappuccino, please.”

WTCBG: “One Venti Mocha Frappuccino! I’ll have that for you at the window!”

<Fred drives forward.>

Admittedly, it’s a spendy habit, so I try to limit this remedy for truly desperate times; no more than once or twice a week.

Nevertheless, this morning’s transaction:

<Fred drives up to the speaker.>

WTCBG: “Welcome to Starbucks! Would you like a Venti Mocha Frappuccino?”

The moment was not unlike the one experienced at the end of a really good card trick, when the magician reaches over and pulls the Three of Clubs out of your bowl of chili.

This is what it’s come to: I now have a “usual” at a coffee place.

7 comments to Norm!

  • Clay

    Not just any usual, neither: a foofy, frozen usual.

  • I like slushies, dammit. And I DON’T drink it black, or, for that matter, straight. Mocha is about the only way I can tolerate it. Sometimes I get iced mocha, but then I like crushed ice more than I like it cubed. So, at a coffee place, more often than not it’s a MochaFrappaWhatsis for me.

    Look at it this way: I am SECURE enough in my masculinity that I can ORDER a MochaFrappaWhatsis and share it with the world. :)

  • Ok, so maybe I don’t know you as long as the above posters, but I know you well enough that any time you come over to my house, you use the “crush” setting versus “cube” on our icecube dispenser. You also take your soda-type beverages non-caffeinated and full sugar, versus the diet crap. So, seeing how you’re trying to transition to waking up at no o’clock in the morning, getting the mega coffee flavored slushy at the local Coffee Monopoly makes COMPLETE sense to me. (Put that in your pipe and smoke it, you non-Seattle wannabes!)

    Mr. Bowski, I’ll want to let you know how much I really don’t miss getting up at 4:30am to go to my job. I totally and completely sympathize. :) *smooches*

  • Jenn

    As a Person Who Knows Fred IRL, I can say that he resisted Frothy Coffee Drinks for a loooong time. He used to eye my Frothy Coffee Drink (Venti half-caf soy latte in Flavor-of-the-Day, unless it’s white chocolate ) with a certain amount of distaste. Especially when I spilled all 20 ounces on the desk. 20 ounces covers a LOT of territory…

  • Nathan Beeler

    It’s fun to be a Norm. There used to be a cafe in San Jose that new my order, but it’s gone now. /weep

  • There are people that go to coffee places that aren’t known for their usual? There are 3 different Starbucks locations around Seattle that know my usual – they even know that if the weather’s hot I order a Grande Mocha Frappucino (no whip) and when it’s cool I go for the Grande Ristretto Nonfat Light Whip Toffee Nut Latte.

    Okay, maybe I’m just a freak with a twice-a-day habit…

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