I don’t know why I just suddenly thought about this guy. In 2002, before I became a mother, I was working in downtown Seattle and every day, sometimes more than once, I would go with one or more of my co-workers to the local Starbucks and get a grande non fat no whip mocha. As we were there so often, we got to know the baristas fairly well, and they knew us and would often have our drinks made before we even ordered them. It was great service.
One of the guy baristas, we used to call Jawbeard (but not to his face of course), as he had one of those wispy beard things just on his jaw. We didn’t know his real name. However, we were excited to read in one of the local papers, that he had won “Seattle’s Sexiest Barista” award, and that his name was Matt. My friend and I pinned his full page photo up on a cubicle wall.
