It's (not so) frothy, Man
I have just proven to my satisfaction that you can raise a very sad look from a barista by tendering a £20 to pay for a £1.85 latté. Their revenge of course, is to provide a virtually froth-free coffee. This is a double-edged sword to wield on their part. Some of the fun of drinking latté is to scoop through the froth to get to the coffee. Serve it without the ‘head’ too often and we realise precisely how little coffee we get for our money – and while £1.85 is not a huge amount of money, it does represent a quite generous mark up.
So.
Baristas beware; there is only so much tolerance to be had from your customers.
In other news, there is someone across the office who has the theme tune to The Protectors as the ring tone on his phone. Normally this would be fine – I have any number of different ring tones (to the extent that I sometimes don’t realise it’s my phone ringing if I get a call from someone who only contacts me very occasionally), but in the office I always set it to silent vibrate. We are in open-plan, after all.
This chap gets lots of calls on his mobile. Despite having a phone on his desk like the rest of us (maybe he’s moonlighting in the office?). I can only take Avenues and Alleyways so many times during the day. At least it’s instrumental. Imagine if I had to put up with Tony Christie twenty times a day, too…
So.
Baristas beware; there is only so much tolerance to be had from your customers.
In other news, there is someone across the office who has the theme tune to The Protectors as the ring tone on his phone. Normally this would be fine – I have any number of different ring tones (to the extent that I sometimes don’t realise it’s my phone ringing if I get a call from someone who only contacts me very occasionally), but in the office I always set it to silent vibrate. We are in open-plan, after all.
This chap gets lots of calls on his mobile. Despite having a phone on his desk like the rest of us (maybe he’s moonlighting in the office?). I can only take Avenues and Alleyways so many times during the day. At least it’s instrumental. Imagine if I had to put up with Tony Christie twenty times a day, too…