30 September 2011 (iPhone)
Someone had to do it!
It started with a smile and a guarantee of satisfaction. "How can I lose?" I said out aloud. WRONG! Came the sands of time. I ordered a cappuccino and waited with baited breath for what seemed like 12 seconds. It wasn't worth it. What I received was what the Germans would refer to as "Scheißhaus". This was unexpected and a trifle upsetting. I marched my alleged "coffee" back to the counter and confronted my attacker. She too was confused by the situation. I explained to the small child that this is not what coffee tastes like and judging by her eyebrows, her surprise was heightened. Alas, I felt for that year 7 barista, and could no longer berate her with the same conviction. I hence forth swapped my "coffee" for a "mocha" and choked the first half a litre of it down. This too was awful. The good news is that all ordeals must come to an end and this is a chapter in my life which I will be glad to put behind me.