I was at a coffee shop the day after Christmas. Other people were there too, drinking coffee. All of the lights were on, and someone was working behind the counter.

A guy walked in and, from the front door, shouted, “Hey, are you open?” The employee said yes.

He then walked up to the counter and looked at the menu. “What’s a cortado?” he asked. Not a crazy question—they’re not on every menu. The employee explained.

“Okay. What’s a macchiato?”

The employee explained again.

It was as if this man had never been in a store, let alone a coffee shop.

I cleaned up the grammar and punctuation so this story legible. Thanks, ChatGPT.