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In order to not O.D. on green tea lattes, I have to mix it up every once in a while by trying something new.  A poster advertising a lemon-yellow drink behind the barista at the register caught my attention.  After explaining that I couldn’t see what it was without my glasses, she briefly described the drink as, “an orange, banana, mango protein smoothie” and then makes the quotation mark gesture with her hands while saying, “the Viviano”.  Sounds good.  I’ll take it.

I decide that service is probably not one of her strengths after she starts detailing how much she dislikes the labor intensive process of making my drink.  My time at the register is prolonged as I hand her my debit card.  Her male co-worker steps up behind her and politely volunteers to make it, assuring me he doesn’t mind it at all.  She continues rambling about the protein powder, the mix, the juice, and how annoying it is to have to peel bananas for the smoothie.

He chimes in with, “Ha.  I used to work at Marble Slab.  Do you know how much stuff we had to mix into the ice cream all the time?  Not to worry.  I’ve handled many-a-banana in my day.”

I am dying inside as I try to control my urge to make a smart comment.  Lucky for that guy I’m not “Michael Scott”.  As far as the Viviano is concerned, it was too small, not quite satisfying, and I won’t be trying it again.

Hopefully, that’s NOT what she said.