are you for real?

just a few hours ago i feared a dry spell. silly me, i should have known that one short shift at the coffee shop would provide plenty of material. two girls came in tonight. i say girls because it is difficult to determine their ages. could be 16, may be a youthful 21. anyway, one of them did one of those things that has baffled me for years. what is the deal with the girls/women who switch to baby talk when they are asking for something. even if they are just trying to order coffee. it makes a dash of sense when one is asking for favors or making a lofty request... one may become slightly reserved or sheepish and the vocal inflection may idicate that. but ordering coffee? does she think that i might say no? anyway, so this child, i know this now for sure because i can hear nothing except the conversation between the two... very loud and dramatic. teenagers for sure. this child is standing in front of the counter and has a long conversation with her friend about borrowing a dollar. her voice is youthful but relatively normal. high, but not alarming. then she turns to me and says "um can i please get the small decaf?" (read this in your most exaggerated, annoying baby voice. imagine that you are playing a role on snl. imagine your most doll-faced, precious little classmate in high school has been told to use a baby voice for a theater audition. then exaggerate that.) what the fuck? i hate how much i have to fight the laughter while i do this job. i could hardly take her seriously. this was not her normal voice. i heard her normal voice. incidentally, i have not heard her voice since, as her little friend has not stopped complaining about her dad and telling stories about her cousins since they sat down. i might talk that much if the alternative was having to listen to Pouty McSqueakerson. jesus, that friend is loud. i feel like i am in a teen movie. i am the creepy lingering grown up in the corner making observations and pretending to not notice them. i wonder if that girl ever lets her friends talk. god i hope i wasn't like that. sara?