To The Woman Who Makes My Coffee - I Hate You!

Look Here,

I’m an incredibly easy going type, I’m not frustrated easily (except by Miss Molerat who tests me daily), pretty polite even. Not one to start a fire at any rate. However I feel myself coming to a heads with the French woman that makes my coffee every day.

Reasons:

1) She doesn’t heat my BAP properly even though I’ve told her on numerous occasions its under done. I know we are a little tight on electricity these days but surely a few more minutes under the sandwich press wont send us into the dark ages.

2) She’s Rude and abrupt.

3) She tries to trick me. A woman and I were standing there waiting for our coffees. Frenchy calls out a Flat White (which was mine) and the women takes it.

I’m thinking "that’s okay there must be another one coming", wrong!!. Next up is a Trim Latte.
"That’s odd" I think to myself. "It must be up next", wrong!!!

Frenchy sneers at me and croaks "what are you waiting for?",

"Umm, a Flat White!"

"Not a Trim Latte?"

"No a Flat White, do i look like i need anything trim?" (Clearly not!!!!)

"Okay!"

So she takes the Trim Latte down from the counter, takes another cup and pours the Trim Latte into it and marks it as a Flat White!!!

So I said:

"Hello?? I saw you do that you sneaky frog gobbler, you cant bamboozle me that easily. Thats right im on to you, you sneaky, evil ill tempered witch!!!"

(Note this was said to myself as I shed a man tear at my desk with my cold BAP.)

I have my eye on you now Frenchy, your about to be on the sharp end of a polite objection from the Molerat! You don’t know it yet but its coming.