Latte Ho?

I have a confession to make - I love my lattes! Absolutely adore them. Am I addicted? Sure, but with so many addictions out there caffeine is nothing!

There is a starbucks on the corner that I visit on my way to work each morning. And I get my latte, but it isn't just an ordinary latte. It's a non-fat vanilla latte. And here is another little secret confession. The starbucks rule for ordering is to say "vanilla non-fat latte" and I know this, but love the fact that I reverse the order. I love the fact that when the cashier relays the message to the barrista, the barrista glares back and the clerk has to correct themself. I know, I know, childish it is, but it gives me a small simple pleasure knowing that I am not following Bucks protocol and somehow putting a dent in their armour of decorum and consistency.

So today I found myself needing a latte - a perfect breakfast-on-the-go. And instead of starbucks, I decided to break the routine and headed to Bread Garden. There I was placing my order and having it rung in. Click-click-punch-punch and I saw the price flash up on the til. Words flashed up too and they didn't register until my hands were jammed in my pocket fumbling for change. Then it hit me and I began to giggle. The clerk was oblivious figured she wouldn't even remotely appreciate the beauty of the words on her til, so instead I turned to the man beside me. I smiled.
"I know I love my lattes, but come on," I said pointing to the two little words above the $4.07. And the words LATTE HO shining in some digital greenish hue became apparent to him too. We both stood there and giggled. Our laughs bounced off one another becoming stronger in each of us. "Well, that is something, isn't it, " he snorted.

I waited for my latte and he ordered a muffin. "I wonder if I am a stud muffin or a muffin ho?" he asked. And again we both shared a few smirks and a few more giggles. Unfortunately there was no such message for him. And we went our ways, a little merrier and a little bewildered.