some good news… and a coffee break

we’ve had a series of good news lately, so i’m writing this post in a better frame mind. one is work-related (you should see the ear-splitting grins on my officemate’s faces), the san antonio spurs won the play-offs (yayy, go spurs!), and the last one is more personal in nature but certainly welcome.

so yesterday, after an enforced 2-day inactivity, due to a lingering, half-baked cold that refuses to go away, i decided to go out for a brief spell (i was literally climbing the walls in sheer boredom). after an hour of aimless meandering, i dropped by at Cibo (Glorietta). Looking over the menu and realizing that i couldn’t stand a strong dose of caffeine at this stage, i finally asked the waiter if they had latte and then he assured me it was available. and darn, if he didn’t bring me a steaming cup of — milk! — 10 minutes later.

nonplussed i stared at it for a full minute. because we were discussing hot drinks (coffee) while he was scribbling down my order, i naturally assumed that the waiter would know i was referring to cafe latte.

frankly i didn’t know whether to laugh or feel insulted. [fortunately, the place was half-empty and the other patrons were too absorbed in their own affairs to notice what was going on.]

finally, i shrugged, and stirred in some brown sugar and gulped it down as quickly as i could. i shudder to imagine what that waiter thinks of me, but i suppose i can always take refuge in the fact that i was obviously not at my best — surely he couldn’t fail to notice my stuffy nose and occasional fits of muffled coughing? (gosh i hope so). the terms “wishy-washy“, “namby-pamby” and “insipid” were floating before my eyes like red flags, but i ignored them with a virtuous air of indifference.

in any case, i suppose that cup of milk wasn’t exactly a total loss because i felt better afterwards. i had a good laugh when i finally got up to leave (i left some tip for the waiter, too). it looks like i will be avoiding Cibo for awhile…