I love my coffee, I need one of a morning, my routine over thew last week has been via public transport into the big smoke, go to the café under my building have a coffee while reading the Fin Review. I get there early because I enjoy my coffee in a mug not a paper cup and there’s nothing better than relaxing with the paper watching the tradies across the road and all the hot men in business suits walk by…
Last week I made numerous comments about coffee being $3.30(totally excessive). When it was made my order was called out and I had to collect it.
Last Friday I ordered my $3.30 coffee and the barista brought it to my table.
Monday I picked up a takeaway because no outdoor tables were available. $2.70, okay so its 50cents to ‘have in’.
Tuesday I had a letter to give to the manager so I introduced myself as the new building manager and ordered my coffee ‘just make it $3.00’ and he brought it over with a glass of water.
Wednesday, I was greeted with a big good morning and confirmed my strong skim flat white, asked take away or have in, my coffee was $2.50 brought over together with a glass of water.
Today he said ‘same’, charged $2.50 and brought over to me.
Giddy up. How much will it be tomorrow?
Maybe if I flutter my eye lashes a little more I’ll have the same deal as the last café I frequented under my office. The best deal ever, if there’s a broken cookie in the jar I could have it for free – only catch, I wasn’t allowed to break any. I wouldn’t do that anyway; never take advantage of someone’s generosity.
Last week I made numerous comments about coffee being $3.30(totally excessive). When it was made my order was called out and I had to collect it.
Last Friday I ordered my $3.30 coffee and the barista brought it to my table.
Monday I picked up a takeaway because no outdoor tables were available. $2.70, okay so its 50cents to ‘have in’.
Tuesday I had a letter to give to the manager so I introduced myself as the new building manager and ordered my coffee ‘just make it $3.00’ and he brought it over with a glass of water.
Wednesday, I was greeted with a big good morning and confirmed my strong skim flat white, asked take away or have in, my coffee was $2.50 brought over together with a glass of water.
Today he said ‘same’, charged $2.50 and brought over to me.
Giddy up. How much will it be tomorrow?
Maybe if I flutter my eye lashes a little more I’ll have the same deal as the last café I frequented under my office. The best deal ever, if there’s a broken cookie in the jar I could have it for free – only catch, I wasn’t allowed to break any. I wouldn’t do that anyway; never take advantage of someone’s generosity.
3 comments:
When I lived in Sydney (many years ago now) I used to get my morning fix from Euro Cafe on Bent St (I think!?!).
The take away counter always had a crowd and you simply yelled over your order and had to be quick to grab it once the barista set it down on the counter.
Payment was throwing your $1.50 (yes this was a VERY long time ago!) in a bowl ... some days you got a freebie ...
$1.50! What ever happened to those days? Now there appears to be a coffee shop every 20m back when you lived here us Sydney siders weren't as cosmopolitan.
I'm still getting used to the morning transport and coffee rush.
Nice work!!!
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