Standing in line at our local Starbucks. Standing in a line of about 6 people deep. Everyone has a very particular order: half-caff-semi-fat-no-cream-grande-in-a-venti-cup or pumpkin-loaf-heated-in-separate-bag-with-no-pumpkin or tap-water-freshly-tapped-sweetened or.....you get the drift.
and yesterday, while alone, and observing this all going down it appeared that one of the Starbuckians taking these hyper-particular orders was squinting, as if he totally did not approve.
and then I thought how funny it would be if I worked at this Starbucks and every now and then responded to an order with a simple look of total disapproval. That face you make when you smell something bad, all scrunched-up with a frown. Or a face of that you make before you think something's going to hit you. Or simply just squeezing your eyes really tightly. I wouldn't say anything, just make a I-really-think-that-is-so-gross face.
and then I started to laugh to myself. In my imaginary world of comedy.