Oh, new guy at Starbucks, how I love thee.
You are tall, handsome and completely lost. Everyone else around you works together like a well-oiled machine and race thru the lines of customers you have backed up like they're just floating along with the greatest of ease.
I admire your perseverance. Surely, judging from your well-groomed appearance and neat attire, as well as your attention to every last possible dust bit when sweeping, you appreciate order. You sometimes look like this world is all just too much. In spite of this, you have yet to lose it completely and hurl the register out the window, following behind like the guy in One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest.
Anyhow, I hope that you hang in there. While I also hope that you get a bit more confidant and it all becomes easier for you, don't ever lose that slightly lost touch. Really, it is very endearing to us other oddball nincompoops.
*A couple of months have gone by and you are actually getting worse. However, you are pretty hot, so that goes a long way with this shallow broad.
