I'm talking about a first world problem - nothing serious. The earth will not stop turning if it doesn't get sorted. But it's enough of a problem for me to come to my loyal, long-suffering readers for advice.
The burning question? Is it too late to say something?
I go to the same coffee shop most days to get my one, daily indulgence. Actually, if I'm being honest it's not my only daily indulgence. My evening cookie or
I go to the same place because I know I'm going to get a consistent, quality coffee made by people who know my order and greet me with a friendly smile.
But lately the girl who makes my coffee has been getting the order wrong. I order a medium soy cappuccino extra hot (I've put it out there just in case someone wants to surprise me with one some day) and I've been getting a medium soy latte extra hot.
I know it really isn't a big deal. Effectively it's just a delicate dusting of chocolate powder on top of the foam. But I miss that little hint of chocolatey goodness. It's what gives me that mmmm moment as I contemplate the day ahead.
The first time she made the mistake I just brushed it off. Who hasn't made a mistake in their lives? No big deal. But by the third time I realised that this mistake wasn't really a mistake on her behalf. I think she genuinely believes that I'm a latte drinker.
Seriously, do I look like a latte drinker? Not that I'm saying that there's anything wrong with drinking lattes. One of my best friends is a latte drinker and I don't hold it against her. But you only have to look at me to realize that I'd be a cappuccino drinker.
How can you tell a cappuccino drinker from a latte one? Cappuccino drinkers are the dags of the cafe-set. We never did conform to the stylish latte trend because dags tend to be a little stuck in their ways. We like our coffee milky and with a subtle frosting of that gift from the Gods - chocolate. I could never be accused of being stylish. I turn up for my coffee in a denim skirt and t-shirt in summer and jeans and jumper in winter. The closest I get to stylish is when I throw on a scarf - which is usually covered in dog hair, thereby negating any stylishness that would otherwise been attained.
So now you understand my dilemma, what do I do about it? Do I just stay quiet, become a latte drinker and up my game as far as dressing and accessorizing are concerned? Do I say something and wipe the lovely smile off her face that she gives me every time she hands over my coffee? Or do I start carrying a purse-sized shaker of chocolate powder so I can add my own?
Like I said - first world problem.
