A Strong Sense of Entitlement When Ordering Coffee

I never cease to be amazed at the selfish, self-absorbed, I’ve-got-a-card-in-my-wallet-that-says-I’m-more-important-than-anyone-else-in-my-vicinity behaviour of folks when ordering coffee.

I was behind a bloke this morning who seemed to be oblivious to the ten people behind him waiting to get served, including me. First of all he had a discussion with the assistant on what he might like to order in the way of a hot beverage. “Oh no, not chai”. “I don’t like tea”. “Maybe I’ll have a latte. Do you make them very hot? I don’t like my milk too hot. I have to have skimmed milk” Then, when that was sorted out, he went through almost every item in the cake and pastry display asking about each one. “Is that apple?” “Do you have a chocolate one?”.

Here’s a piece of carrot cake, maybe you can shove it up your arse?

Then, this wanker, when he’d finally decided what delectable morsel he was going to buy, instead of paying simply and quickly, embarked on a long palaver counting out the exact change, getting it wrong, dropping pennies on the floor, and so forth. His attitude throughout seemed to be that we in line and the assistant should all be patient, and rooting for his complete satisfaction with the transaction and his purchases. It was as if he felt that because he was buying stuff he had a Right to have his every whim satisfied, and he wasn’t going to move away until he got it.

This guy is probably one of those people you see pootling along on the freeway in the fast lane, holding up traffic, supremely confident that because he’s going at the speed limit nobody should be going faster, the epitome of self-righteousness in all his glory.

False Economies

Cogshifter’s Short List of False Economies

1) Cheap instant coffee. Buy the most expensive sort. It is really very very very much better.
2) Cheap shoes. They hurt, and last a third of the time. Buy very expensive shoes. They are made well, fit well, and last fucking yonks.
3) Cheap oscilloscopes. Don’t waste your money on that old Heathkit or Tenma or Fujitsu. Buy Tektronix. They don’t suck.

Filled Croissants

Update: it’s level-pegging and even-stevens between the chocolate filled and the plain unadulterated. Give the ham and cheese a chance! To sway future voting I would like to offer this:

Up at the Crack

Up at the crack of Dawn. It was dark.

4 am in the morning is not my best time, although after several intravenous injections of Peet’s extra dark frothy arabica roast I was suitably compos mentis.