My wet towel didn't seem to be permeated by smoke any more so than my jacket or pants as they marinated for two days in Matsuo's smoky apartment. It's already time to wash all my clothes again.
Well, now I'm 23. Two noticeable difference from past ages are that I now feel too old to go to certain bars (which shouldn't be the case but kids have fake IDs and I don't look 18 anymore), and I have to make more of a conscious effort to learn new things and keep my life fresh.
Oh, so funny story from a few weeks ago:
as a preface, it should be known that I have very, very little control when it comes to manipulating the foam on a latte to design a... design. I usually don't even try and when I do I'm satisfied when the foam at least looks kind of pretty. People who have skill and have practiced can make things like a maple leaf or a heart. Outside of a very general knowledge of the technique, I have no idea what I'm doing.
So, on a particular day of work that otherwise does not stand out in my mind, a nice girl came in and ordered a latte for here. Thinking that this latte was just as insignificant as the prior one and, potentially, the future one, I went to work. The espresso poured somewhere around 27 seconds and the milk was up to temperature almost coincidentally (or is it coincidingly? No? Huh.). The two ounces of espresso had only a second or two alone in the bottom of the wide-mouthed mug before I began to slowly pour the steamed milk down the inside wall. Recognizing this to be an especially interesting (and perhaps successful) pour, I took full control and paid full attention to every drop in the stream that left the pitcher for the mug.
I was mildly embarrassed about the image that turned out but I didn't want to make this girl wait any longer...
When I brought it over to her table, her friend politely said, "Oh, it's a mushroom!"
...but we all knew it actually looked like a penis.
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