The Coffee Identity
I have a coffee identity. It is the name I give at cafés that ask for my name with my order, because giving my real name led to conversations like:
“Your name?”
“Halsted.”
“Awesome?”
“Halsted.”
“Houston?”
“HALSTED.”
“Halston!”
“Yes, sure, that.”
Several years ago, I gave up and started saying “Kelly” instead.
Today, on my mid-morning break, I went to Sbux for a soy green tea latte. I gave my coffee name, as usual. The barista repeated it. Or so I thought. I wasn’t paying close attention through the fog of my LOST-hangover.
When my drink was up, I glanced at the cup. In black marker, it said “Ally”.
I made up a new rule on the spot: whatever my barista calls me is my new coffee identity until another barista changes it. I was Kelly; now I am Ally. Who will I be next?
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