Yesterday I had about twenty minutes to spare. I had my book so I went to Starbucks where I stood at the counter trying to decide what minimum investment could justify my backside on a Starbucks seat for the short time I’d got available. The staff behind the counter were all busy, clearing, making drinks, retrieving muffins from the oven etc.
One of the girls began to approach me. I knew she was going to take my order but before I could issue it our attention was taken by a kerfuffle to our side with the barista.
It happened in slow motion as these things do…
The Starbucks cream dispenser had come to life.
The barista had grown at least four pairs of cartoon arms as she tried to control the malfunctioning Starbucks cream vacuum dispenser. For three metres cubed the air was filled with a fine spray of squirty cream.
The other personnel collapsed into giggles before realizing there was a customer present.
‘So sorry madam…’ she said in between hysterics.
I had no idea I was so firmly within the radius of the cream, but truly, what is the point of being upset? ‘It’s no problem.’ We shared some more grinning.
Mortified but still hysterical with laughter her face lit up, ‘Ah madam,’ she laughed. ‘It’s snowing in Bangkok; happy Christmas.’
