Whole-y Agree

Perimenopause has done a number on my head; the brain fog is intense. I forget common words and phrases constantly.

Barista: “Hi, what can I get started for you today?”

Me: “Hello, yes, thank you. May I please have a large, iced peppermint mocha latte?”

Barista: “Of course, skim okay?”

My brain screeches to a halt.

Me: “No, um, actually, can I have normal milk?”

Barista: “Um…”

Me: “Not normal, what’s the word for it? Not soy or almond. Although, there’s nothing not normal about soy or almond. It’s nice that there are alternatives now for people who are lactose intolerant. My sister is, poor thing. She always has to get soy milk… I’m sorry, you don’t care about any of this… I just can’t think of the word… cow milk, but not skim?”

The barista is chuckling at this point.

Barista: “Do you mean whole milk?”

Me: “OH MY GOD, YES, THANK YOU! Whole milk, please. I’m so sorry.”

Barista: “No worries! You really need your coffee.”

Me: “Agreed.”

I’m able to laugh about it now, but in the moment, I was so mortified. She was very nice and patient, though.