Tall Hot Blonde

It was just another casual day at work. The sun was shining, the birds were singing (not that I could hear them), and I was literally sweating coffee from my pores. There was a craft fair in town so the store was jam packed with customers trying to caffeine up for their big craft haul which flipped us little baristas into overdrive.

I was running around the store grabbing coffees and ringing people up in a bit of a panic.

Now, one customer in particular ordered a tall blonde roast coffee and then proceeded to walk away while I went to make it, like many customers do. She hadn’t given me her name, so I ran to the edge of the counter facing the huge mass of people and called out 
e x a c t l y what it was.

“TALL HOT BLONDE…….”

*looking around*

“TALL HOT BLONDE……”

At this point I had called it out a few times, not realizing what I was saying. The room got kind of quiet and I starting fielding weird looks. I was getting fidgety because the lady wouldn’t get her coffee and the line really began to snake out of the door.

“TALL HOT BLO...…..”

And then it hit me like a large brick wall to the face. Literally. My face was so red it looks like I just charged into a wall, which at that point I wish I did so that maybe I’d injure myself enough to be sent home. How bad could a broken nose really be?

In the end, if we can’t laugh at ourselves we’re doing something very wrong in life. Plus, a cute blonde man that happened to be in the store at the time smiled at me, so I mean, really, who really lost in this situation?

This isn’t how I would recommend finding a date, 
“Now accepting applications for tall, dark, and handsome”
but hey, it kinda works and I tested it for you. Now go find your tall hot blonde.