QUAD GRANDA VANILLA NON-FAT EXTRA HOT WITH WHIP LATTE!...Crowds of young and old school spirit walk through the door along with a steady stream of welcomed cold air, they are dressed in red and white sweatshirts bundled to keep outside cold away...DECAF GRANDA CINIMON SOY WITH WHIP MOCHA!...their here to heat the inside as well, and I stand next to a row of white and green cups marked with black ink that line the silver counter top...TALL VANILLA NON-FAT CHI!...In my peripheral vision I view the line of faces as I pull hot espresso shots froma squealing machine. The sticky syrups that accompany the steamed milky ness and shots of coffee are running down my arms...DOES ANYONE HAVE A DECAF GRANDA CINIMON SOY WITH WHIP MOCHA ON THE BAR?!...The steady flow of drink orders causes the sticky mess to cake on for lack of time to stop and rinse it off with water. I most likely have whip cream all up in my hair, and a big brown splotch of chocolate running down the front of my once freshly laundered green apron,...VENTA SINGLE SHOT NO WHIP CARMAL FRAPOCHENO!...if you follow the chocolete path it will lead to my shoes, where it joins the already globs of sticky syrups steamed milk and whip cream. Visions of a shower dance through my head, and my six-hour shift never seems to end...TRIPAL VENTA SUGER FREE HAZULNUT NON-FAT FOUR SPLENDA LATTE!...
Remember that song we used to sing when we were kids, the one we sang when we wanted to go frolic in the out doors but we didn't because it was raining. Rain rain go away come again some other day. Or the one about the old man, It's raining it's poring the old man is snoring, he got out of bed and bumped his head and couldn't get up in the morning. Why did we sing those songs, I mean what happen to the old man? I remember, a few times, during the summer when I was a kid my parents would let us play in the rain. This sounds strange I think, but I like the smell of wet pavement, and I used to lay on it face up eyes closed, every other sense awake. The side walk would be warm from the summer sun of the day, and the rain falling on me would be cool. I remember thinking this is so beautiful God. To know God, is to really experience life, in a vivid sort of way, to have every sense, AWAKE.
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