Baristas were often the only people I spoke to in a day, especially when I first got out of hospital after the long stretch. My ex BF has left, friends had all stopped waiting for be to ‘get well’, lost my home & was put in unit in new city. I baristas https://twitter.com/ninetynineand90/status/1260644847813193728

When I came out after 13 months I was non-ambulatory wheelchair user living alone for first time in years in new city. There was one who I used to talk to - he quit for best reason - he & his husband adopted & he was going to be stay at home dad.

Another one I used to discuss which courses she should take next with. The interactions were honestly the highlight of many days and so humanizing after over a year in an institution.

They worked on perfecting a version of a frap that I could drink without choking - with straw if course. But they perfected the way to make it thick enough but still with shot I liked. And then they taped recipe inside fridge door.

The manager then approved a ‘special price’ for this off menu drink which was cheaper than rest. I think they figured out I was poor because I only came in infrequently and so they made it less and bottomless without making it seem like a pity thing.

It was just like ‘well you’re a fave customer’

Also they took my lead on all things accessibility. Some days I wanted help carrying to table and some days not. No biggie. When I showed up in new manual wheelchair it was ‘You finally got it!!’

I adore baristas

Ugh I hate that this thread is full of phone typos.