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Working in a coffee shop can make you go crazy. Take my word for it. After breathing in espresso beans and stacking plastic lids for a few hours, you hear/say things that are very unexpected.
Exhibit A: I was brewing up yet another fresh batch of dark roast the other day while my coworker and I discussed his historical background aka where he came from. "Guess," he said, a smirk forming at the corner of his mouth. "Hmm . . . Russia?" I asked. Sincerely I had no real idea; his international man-of-mystery accent had me completely fooled. After five or six similar countries were named, I put up my white flag and stopped guessing. [Ethiopia, I later found out. Oh, so close.] "I'm not going to tell you," was his response. Cool. Gad I killed some time searching for an unattainable answer.
"And you're from?" Mr. Faux-Ethiopia asked, dancing a caffeinated jig around the register.
"Lutz, FL. Born and raised."
"No, so where did your ancestors come from?" he rephrased. "Are you English?"
"I am."
"Scottish?"
"Yep."
"Irish?"
"Uh huh."
"Selfish?"
"Self-ish? Um, Nahome, you know that's not a thing, right?" At 8:00 A.M. it takes a minute or two to recall big words like ethnicity.
"You selfish. You English, Scottish, Irish, and self-ish!" he shrieked, completely resembling a giddy middle schooler.
Needless to say, I couldn't convince him otherwise. Every day, Funny Guy relays this hilarious joke to a few of our unsuspecting customers, leading with, "Did you hear that Laa-uu-raa's selfish?!" Nope, that's not my name - or my background, but after 20 + retellings, it does make me chuckle. Just a little bit. Whether you're Irish, Russian, or heck even selfish, here's hoping you have a shamrock of a Lucky-Charms-and-leprechaun-filled St. Patrick's Day. Slainte!
2 comments:
Cute story!!! I have never been too into geneology, so I always just say, when asked about my people, that We're Southern - ha!
I love that! haha great way to answer the question.
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