Working at Starbucks in Seattle
I start working at a Starbucks in Seattle. I'm really enjoying working there. The clean environment, decent music playing, getting to talk to different people and being in Seattle. I notice some guys having a light sabre fight through the window. Pretty cool.
I take a break and the streets are packed and there's an outdoor market festive feeling in the air. I have a light sabre fight. These guys are really into it, keeping track of points and ranking and what not. You have to tap the ground three times while your oponent doesn't have his sword or had at least one knee on the ground to win.
The dream isn't stable. I'm doing the light saber fighting, I'm just watching, I'm some fresh faced curly haired guy, I'm me. I go back to Starbucks.
I go back on early, without my apron as they're getting busy. A coworker asks for a peanut butter fudge Stephen King. I tell him that's Greek to me. He goes to get it and has me make the espresso instead. A guy hands me a handful of change and orders a silver lining. I don't know what that is either but three new guys who look more like the types whoes job would be to look snooty while standing next to an empty chair at a high priced hair salon, show up to make the coffee drinks. I call out the silver lining and I go to ring it up. I can't figure out what it is even to ring it in. I explain to a co-worker that Seattle terminology for coffee drinks is apparently WAY different than in California.