Monday, 1 February 2016

Coffee, strong and black.

Take it or leave it.


My coffee tends to mimic my moods or the time of day.


The amount of looks you get when you're a 4'9 mini person who looks like the wind might blow her over and you ask for a long black, nice and strong... sometimes a double shot.


Like the other week when ordering coffee for myself and the husband. At a fancy schmancy little hole in the wall on the Gold Coast.


I ordered his first. Skinny mocha. The girl looked at me and remarked that she hoped there wouldn't be sugar in that.

First up. Rude and none of her business.

Secondly, the coffee wasn't for me, so give me my soy latte and let me pay extra for the privilege of not puking my guts up in half an hours time. Should've got a long black.


Thirdly, $5 (plus 50c for my soy) was too much for a tiny little "large" and your paper cups are too thin and need better insulation because they were bloody hot by the time I popped back across the road to give my husband his coffee.

Note. I will happily pay for good coffee and good service. We didn't go back.


Today though, long, strong and black. In my Nespresso machine. At home. After dropping children off to their respective schools and driving back home to get stuck into the mountain of work I have to do. Which I am behind on. Because, kids. And life. And all that jazz.


Thank you coffee, you make my Monday a little better.

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