One good thing about living at home (not that I don’t love living at home, hi mom) is the fact that there’s an espresso machine there. Which almost makes up for the fact that I don’t live half a mile from the Sugar Rush anymore. Almost.
I think I’ve gotten pretty good at this cappuccino thing. At least a thousand times better than the mermaid place. I like to tell people I only go to the ‘bucks when I’m at work and need a caffeine fix, but the sad truth is this is a lot. Like every time I work. It’s the only place walking distance from the Restaurant That Shall Not Be Named. And their cappuccinos are absolute garbage. Even when you order them short and dry they come out with 7.5 ounces of milky coffee with a half ounce of cat spit foam on top. You would think making, literally, hundreds of drinks a day you’d learn how to foam milk. You would be thinking wrong.
