the caffeine baar barista situation latelies
The caffeine baar baristas have been churning lately. Chipmunk lady was the one keeping it together, she was excellent and delightfully brash.
I see less of chipmunk lady and now more of The Other Lads. The Other Lads have grown in number, and thus has the joint grown in incompetence. I personally believe in them as I do in all human potential. But they have been too untrained to be there and I feel an urge to sometimes get up and give them a hand.
"I want to buy a french press coffee pack, which one should I get?" said the white haired hairline uncle, having a date with potbelly uncle.
"Sir, you will have to speak to management," said Lad.
"Is Rohan there?"
"Yes."
Lad goes to open the kitchen door and see Rohan is not there. He makes eye contact with Lad2. Life is struggle.
I had an urge to go to uncles and say fear no more good sirs. You probably want the whisky barrel-aged beans, lying on that counter over there. They say it's for the cold brews, but I have made fine hot coffees with it and it will suit your uncle palates a lot better than the pineapple fermentation beans, which too is a worthy option, though perhaps a bit much for your cautious palates.
My eyes direct at the wall across, no longer processing the café helpfully trying to explain to me how their logo works. Pause from work + for a cup of coffee + and play = caffeine baar.
I don't act on my urges enough.