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A Latte School Spirit

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!...

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