Uno Espresso

The handsome young fellow standing behind the coffee counter, standing next to the equally handsome barista named Maree "how are you today name withheld? Just the coffee for you?" ever so slightly soporific, bearable; essential retail practice. "yes please", I smile along and hold up a red can, deliberate pause "and this". An impromptu rant wells up within, realized in a minute, rehearsed in a few seconds - sounded good in my head. "How did #CocaCola" hash tag - read this fellow addicts - "how did that great company know of my penchant desire to tread the boards, my fond imaginings of lights and tight pants, flowing movements, pointed shoes, grease paint, gotta sing, gotta dance... The expected consternation from behind the counter. An instant of confusion. He makes a sideways glance at barista, she glances back, also sideways. "they'd printed "Dancer" on the side of a #CanofCoke, and I thought they'd branched away from first names to jobs people wished they had had - aspirational careers" The confusion had deepened, other punters were coming in. This crisis needed averting "I thought that" I said "until I saw this mornings can. There, printed on the side was "Dasher"" And then I remembered it was Christmas. PS I love the team at Uno Espresso on Park St for the friendly smiles, the coffee and the way they call me "John"