It sounds like I want to be served by a Groupie, doesn’t it? Not so.
That quote came from the lips of my wonderful wife, the lovely and tea sipping, Dawn, as I headed off to St. Arbucks this morning.
Her words came in response to my mild grumbling about having to deal with Baristas-in-training for the last few days.
Now, before you start to jump up and down on my allegedly elitist throat, let me explain the circumstances behind my curmudgeonosity.