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Back when I worked at Starbucks...
(which, in case you're new, that's where I got the nickname Becky Mochaface. One day I literally got mocha syrup on my face and didn't clean it off until the end of my shift because we had a line out the door and there was just no time to sneak off the floor to clean my face. Thus was born Becky Mochaface, and thus it stuck.)
There was this bartender who worked at a bar called Rattlesnake half a block down from our store. He would always come in before his shifts. One particular day I was working on the espresso bar making drinks and noticed he wouldn't stop staring at me.
After he placed his order at the register, he moved down the counter to stand between the two espresso machines and just watched me. (Hi, creepy.)
I must have been concentrating really hard on what I was doing because my tongue was sticking out the side of my mouth. And he said to me, "Wow, you have a really long tongue."
I about died of mortification right there in Starbucks. What girl wants to hear about how long her tongue is? Maybe someone does, but not this girl. My friend Laurel who was working with me on this horrifying shift was almost on the floor herself from laughing. To this day she teases me about how freakishly long my tongue is. (Actually, it's really not.) (At least I don't think it is.)
Whenever he would come into our store anytime after that, I would find some excuse to duck down or turn around to do something on the back counter. Hey, there's only so many times a girl can hear about how her long tongue is.
It's a good thing he didn't work at our favorite bar.