Photo from fd While sitting at a streetside cafe in Melbourne, I overheard an exchange that continues to rattle around in my brain.
I transfer it to this place as an attempt at exorcism, in much the same way as I described the Mini Me sex tape to anyone with ears. Sometimes, the only way to reduce the effects of something is to dilute it amongst a crowd.
So, I'm enjoying this cafe due to the incredible laid-backiness of the staff, when a woman walks up the little street-facing window they have so you can get a coffee on your way past.
Customer: What kind of teas do you have?
Serving guy: What kind of tea do you
want? See how I turned that around? It's on you baby.
Customer: Oh, I don't know....
Serving Guy: C'mon! You want tea, we got it!
Customer: Do you have Earl Grey?
Serving Guy: Do you
want Earl Grey?
Customer: Uh ... yes.
Serving Guy: Nope, we aint got no Earl Grey! Green tea! I bet you'd love some green tea.
Customer: Ok.
Serving Guy: Coming right up!
I wish that man was my roommate.
2 comments:
You're thinking too small again, Delatovic. Imagine if Serving Guy was Prime Minister - we mightn't get what we want, but we'd be happy all the time.
We sure would.
Everyone: What will you do about our poorly paid teachers?
PM: What do you want me to do, huh? I'm working for you, show me the money.
Everyone: Can they get a pay rise above inflation, so our children don't devolve into iliterette mollosks?
PM: Nope. BAM! See that? BAM.
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