I gave the 140 character version of this story on twitter........here is the new and improved expanded version.
It was one of those days where I was hitting a wall, summoning all my depleted energy to try to keep my eyes open a few more seconds. Inevitably I headed over to Starbucks for a caffeine boost. I ordered a frappucino......and waited patiently at the counter.
As she finishes pouring my chai frappucino into the cup, she casually asks, “Do you want whip cream on this?”
But let’s face it, she already knew the answer.
At the time, I thought that this may have been one of the dumbest questions I’ve ever heard. I mean, take a look at me, do I look like a guy who has said “no” to whip cream too many........or any times in my life?
So I answered.....with one caveat.
“Yea....but make it manly.”
I thought that was funny................she didn’t.
She looked at me and without a hint of jest replied, “Umm....there’s nothing manly about this drink.”
As she smugly put the whip cream on...........I realized............oh crap, she’s right!
When she added the cinnamon sprinkles I practically wanted to crawl under the table.
The only thing missing from this “tribute-to-all-things-girly frappucino” was a little umbrella for Pete’s sake.
But the worst was yet to come when I realized the green mile I had to walk to get back to my cube.... carrying my effeminate beverage.
I thought about throwing it away in order to salvage what manhood I had left........
But I do love whip cream.
