The Siesta café where I
while away the hour between driving shifts was unusually busy when I arrived
today with the two visible staff (equipped with headsets, possibly just
cosmetic to exude an air of modernity as it did not seem to improve efficiency)
rushing to service the queue, which haste led one of them ramming the cake
tongues into the pile of bakewell tarts, dislodging the cherry from at least
one; when my turn came I volunteered to take a cherry-less bakewell off her
hands, thus relieving myself of the decision whether to eat it or leave it,
even though it did mean foregoing a potential one of my five a day fruit &
veg.
No comments:
Post a Comment