The coffee shop is expanding, and things get a little hectic round here at the beginning of the week. So the coffee shop of your very dreams has taken on Marjorie, veteran waitress of two roadside Little Chefs and a greasy spoon in Manchester what got shut down by the Ministry.
Imagine her at the table. She sticks one hip out, lolls her head on one side, jiggles her pen high up in the air in a manner likely to remove the eyes of anyone foolish enough to try and walk behind her. She holds the order pad and peers at it.
"So thats one pint for the Australian Geezer, of coffee or beer...dunt say."
*chews gum with mouth open*
"One abstainer, fine, swan off then...one chai, no sugars, check. Two muffins and a piece of rocky road and a skinny latte? Right you are then squire..."
*places pen behind ear and fixes it in place with chewing gum*
"One Silent Silk, today's special, a smooth rich grind with no percolator noise and a glass of mountain spring water with two Alka Seltzer....like, whatever...and a pint, definitely coffee this time. Right. Got it."
*removes pen from behind ear but leaves gum in situ*
"Anything to add to the Monday Morning Coffee order?"
(Coffee will be served at 3pm, to give our American cousins (on the East coast at least) a chance to get an order in)
Yes, I remembered in time! Large latte for me, and a huge fried breakfast, as recently discussed.
Ohhhh, don't start, please.
Heh, don't think anyone has called me squire before.. that's a good thing, right? Right?!
Ah, that Marjorie...she is a one, no?
I'm still recovering from the gargle blaster I had last week so I'll just have a nice, milky hot chocolate, please.
Something very strong please. Can't wake up today...
i will take a nice toasty minty mocha, thanks!