It was fun to read this guy play into a stereotype. Jason Diamond is a writer. Dude got published in The Paris Review. Sadly (awww!), all anyone remembers is that he used to pour coffee.
Let’s see if we can find a couple insufferable clichés he clicks off in this New York Times memoir-y piece titled, yup,
Writer with a morning hangover? Check
Writer going to a coffee shop? Check
And the quotes! Oh, the quotes!
“I’ve had to explain to a dozen former customers that, no, I was not a professional barista, that, in fact, I was freelance writing the entire time.”
Every barista ever.
“This is what disturbs me about these encounters: I realize that no matter where I go in life, how much money I make, or how much fun I have making it, I will always be a barista to somebody.”
That’s because the coffee you pour is probably better than that navel-gazing memoir you’ve got tucked away.
I’ll save the last word for commenter Cliff from NYC:
“Tommy DeVito: No more shines, Billy.
Billy Batts: What?
Tommy DeVito: I said, no more shines. Maybe you didn’t hear about it, you’ve been away a long time. They didn’t go up there and tell you. I don’t shine shoes anymore.”
- screenplay, Goodfellas (1990).