Before you condemn me of blasphemy, we do have a barrista named “Jesus” here.

That was really cute and not at all blasphemous. I quite liked it, and it served up some lovely visuals in my mind’s eye.

This brought me a laugh and smile. Altogether true, and decidedly non-fiction.

A small qualm: barista is spelled with one R. I happen to be one.

Sorry about the misspelling.