May 15, 2016
A California Story
So, the other morning, I went to this pier.
I was walking around and decided to get a drink. I wanted to try something new; I looked at the menu: Coffee, Latte, Espresso. Espresso? That sounds good.
I asked a questionable man behind the counter for an Espresso. He gave me a dubious smile and took my five-dollar bill.
I walked around a bit. "Espresso!"
On the counter was a tiny paper cup. Being an amateur coffee drinker, I was nothing short of perplexed when I saw how small the serving was. I looked at the man. I supposed he was trying a play a trick on an unknowledgeable and innocent teenager. I gave him a curious look. He didn't crack. I grabbed the drink and ran.
I gave the Espresso a try. It was horribly strong. I sipped it down in a minute or two.
Still confused, I biked home awake as ever. Although it wasn't my favorite drink, it was plenty fun trying something new.
