You know how you always hope the UPS guy really is going to be a hottie? And how you think that it’s really just urban myth that the UPS guy is going to be a nice piece of eye-candy? In reality, UPS guys actually are quite attractive. I’d honestly say about 75% of the time.
I don’t really understand it. Maybe lifting heavy boxes induces hot hormones. Or maybe they arrive exactly at the moment you need the most distraction so they look extra attracive.
But can you say the same for Starbucks Barristas?
I can’t. You’d think anyone handing you coffee heaven in a cup would automatically place them in the top ten for hotness.
Starbucks Barristas are friendly, because the y have to be. Sweaty and frizzy, from slaving over steaming vats of coffee. Acne-full, because, well, I don’t know why, they just are.
Today, however, I discovered that my local Starbucks just hired Superman.
Zit-free, over six feet tall, tan, muscular, cute, sweet, well-spoken (he asked his manager “what is the proper way to put on the sleeve when there’s a tea bag tag?”), and, ahem, huge hands.
I blushed so many times in only three minutes that I believe I now have a permanent flush. And when he placed my tea on the counter and beamed “my first tea,” I had absolutely nothing snappy to say, so I just blushed again and let out an absurd half giggle and turned away as quickly as possible.
At least I can claim exhaustion as a viable excuse for idiocy.