A coffee crisis...NOT my day!
As some of you know, a young Korean couple has opened a restaurant near my office in Roxbury. I went to get coffee for myself and my boss and a colleague this morning and decided I should go there and give them the business. They really are so sweet! As they were pouring the coffee, I remembered that they do not have the coffee trays and started to be concerned as to how I would get three coffees and a sandwich back to the office with no tray! I mentioned it to the proprietor and and he assured me he would work it out. He took the two large coffees and put them into a paper bag. This seemed like it would work, as they took up the whole bag and so I could keep them straight up and down. The smaller coffee (my bosses coffee) went into it's own paper bag with the sandwich. I left with a bag in each hand and my purse over my wrist, walking slowly and carefully towards my building.
Suddenly I felt warmth all down my legs and realized my bosses coffee had broken through the bottom of the bag, which was soaked through with coffee and spilled all over me on its way to the ground. CRAP!!!!
I picked up the cup (I hate litter) and headed back to their shop to replace it. Now I have the bag with the sandwich and an empty cup and cover in my hand and the bag with the other coffees in the other hand. I am covered in coffee and making my way back, when I realized the other coffees are starting to break free from the bag. I made it just in time and they felt horrible of course, trying to give me my money back. I refused to take money, but agreed to them refilling my boss' coffee for free of course. They decide to replace all the coffees though -- probably not a bad idea.
I am still shaken up and trying to wipe the coffee off of my coat and pant-leg with the wet paper towel she provided for me while preparing the coffee. I realized suddenly that I had put Barbara's sugar and my sweetener in the same cup! DAMN IT! So, she runs, still sporting her HELLO KITTY apron from Korea, back over to the coffee to pour yet another cup. Then she hands me a pitcher and says here is milk. Well, her English is not very good and before I knew it, I had poured cream into my bosses coffee instead of milk. [insert expletive here] So, back to the carafe she ran. In the end, this disaster totaled 8 cups of coffee, only three of which made it back to the office for our consumption!
They were still trying to get me to come and have a free lunch today. Of course I can't as I am doing the strict phase of the South Beach diet (lost 2.5 lbs since Tuesday already) and so I told them I would not be able to do that. I feel so bad, as I think they may fear I will not come back. I will go back though. I just hope they buy some coffee trays!
Suddenly I felt warmth all down my legs and realized my bosses coffee had broken through the bottom of the bag, which was soaked through with coffee and spilled all over me on its way to the ground. CRAP!!!!
I picked up the cup (I hate litter) and headed back to their shop to replace it. Now I have the bag with the sandwich and an empty cup and cover in my hand and the bag with the other coffees in the other hand. I am covered in coffee and making my way back, when I realized the other coffees are starting to break free from the bag. I made it just in time and they felt horrible of course, trying to give me my money back. I refused to take money, but agreed to them refilling my boss' coffee for free of course. They decide to replace all the coffees though -- probably not a bad idea.
I am still shaken up and trying to wipe the coffee off of my coat and pant-leg with the wet paper towel she provided for me while preparing the coffee. I realized suddenly that I had put Barbara's sugar and my sweetener in the same cup! DAMN IT! So, she runs, still sporting her HELLO KITTY apron from Korea, back over to the coffee to pour yet another cup. Then she hands me a pitcher and says here is milk. Well, her English is not very good and before I knew it, I had poured cream into my bosses coffee instead of milk. [insert expletive here] So, back to the carafe she ran. In the end, this disaster totaled 8 cups of coffee, only three of which made it back to the office for our consumption!
They were still trying to get me to come and have a free lunch today. Of course I can't as I am doing the strict phase of the South Beach diet (lost 2.5 lbs since Tuesday already) and so I told them I would not be able to do that. I feel so bad, as I think they may fear I will not come back. I will go back though. I just hope they buy some coffee trays!
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