My mom’s rather obsessed with hot mochas from Tim Horton’s. Not that I have room to talk. I start every morning with a latte from Chazzano Coffee Roasters: my personal brand of heroin. The thing about Dee though is she’s very particular about how her mocha is made and she’s not too shy to tell you if it’s less than utopian.
She’s got her signature mocha down to a science: the perfect balance of hot chocolate and espresso plus an extra piping of whip cream and chocolate drizzle. But she doesn’t want to get charged for the extra whip and she’d also like her senior discount, thank you very much. Unfortunately, Dee discovered that every Timmy’s Team Member makes it just a wee bit different than the next. Sometimes there’s not enough hot chocolate. Sometimes there’s not enough whip cream. And sometimes, they fail to put the whip cream on it altogether (pause for horror). And perhaps just as blasphemous is being charged an extra $0.50 for the added whip.
One day Dee was determined to receive her signature mocha. As she approached the counter, she beckoned the lady with the headset to come just a little bit closer. She leaned towards her and Dee gave her the 411 on the proper mechanics of an out-of-body mocha experience.
“I’d like to order a mocha but sometimes there’s just too much coffee in it. I don’t like it when there’s a strong flavor of coffee present. And I’d also like extra whip cream but I don’t want to be charged more for it, you know? And I’d also like a dome lid. Please.”
The woman stared back at her but instead of looking back at her in horror, she smiled.
A woman who knows what she wants.
She returned with a cup in hand and slid it towards her. “I think you should take a sip,” she replied.
My mom obliged and the look on her face said it all: a little piece of heaven in a 12 ounce cup. After thanking the woman, she turned on her heel and walked towards her Miata with a smile on her face.
It’s Timmy time.