Americano, White
Coeur d'Alene, up North Idaho way.
Late in the day, 20 oz Americano with cream.
No time to discuss it with the bartender lass, she was dashing about.
Paid too much, quality was okay, service was good.
I don't normally go there, but once I told the wife, she insisted. Even waited patiently while I stood in line.
No sixteen-bit bills, used plastic.
Just another drop in the bucket of support.