What is it about latte art that just destroys my masculinity?
Chad and I are hanging out at the coffee shop. I’m chatting with a girl when Chad walks up with a rather sad looking latte.
Chad: “What’s with this?”
Me: “That doesn’t look too good. Who made that?”
Chad: [Points to the barista at the bar.]
Me: “That’s weird. She’s usually good. Oh well, nobody bats a hundred.”
Chad: [Starts to say something, thinks better of it.]
Chad, several hours later: “I do appreciate the effort, but just so you know, you should probably avoid trying to use sports metaphors in front of women.”
Me: “Damn it!”