I slam the till drawer shut and glare at the man before.
“Well I’m sorry, sir, if you’re coffee doesn’t taste nice but honestly I’m just the girl that pores the coffee and works the tills. I do not buy the coffee, I do not sample taste the coffee and I do not appreciate you getting on my case for something I have no control over. Now if you wish to have ‘nice’ coffee, I suggest you go to the Starbucks down the road where you can buy over-priced coffee till your hearts content or even better buy your own coffee and stay at home! Because my pet peeve is when people come into a run-down, shabby, coffee shop and complain that the coffee isn’t nice. OF COURSE IT ISN’T. If the coffee was nice then there’d be customers in here. If the coffee was nice then I wouldn’t have to work nine hour shifts at minimum pay. If the coffee was nice then you’d be happy and I’d be happy and the world would be a lovely place to live. But the coffee isn’t nice, so there isn’t any customers in here - bar you, and I do have to work nine hour shifts at minimum wage and you’re not happy and I’m not happy and the world isn’t a nice place to live. Now the doors over there and I hope it hits you on the way out and breaks your hip old man!” I growl angrily at the ageing man standing on the opposite side of the counter. 2
His jaw had dropped open in shock at my little rant and it was obvious he was at a loss for words. 3
He literally throws his cup of half-drunk coffee on the counter and storms out of the store. I sigh and put my face in my hands. I hear someone applauding behind my back and chew on my lip as I realise its my boss. 4
“Fired?” I question timidly.
“Todays your last day, as of 4pm this evening you don‘t work here anymore. You can collect your pay-check tomorrow afternoon” he replies, disappearing into the back-room once more.
“Joy” I mumble under my breath.5
Hearing the bell above the door tinkle, I look up and groan upon seeing a guy around my age walk in. Great, I was actually going to have to do something. I turn around and grab my notepad from on top of the coffee-machine as he sits down at a table by the window.6
“Hi, my names Kizzy and I have just been fired but have to work to the end of shift anyways. What can I get you today?” I say monotonously.7
He laughs and looks up at me. “Yup, you’re the one.” he states, making me confused.
“What?!” I question.
“I ran into this man outside, who warned me not to come in here because of the rude and disrespectful girl working the tills. So I thought I’d come in and see if he was exaggerating or not. He wasn’t obviously. I’m Peter.” he smirks.
“Well Peter, granddad was freaking out because the coffee wasn’t nice, so I had to put him in his place. Now you can either buy something or sling it!” I smile sweetly.
“I guess I’ll have to try this infamous coffee then so” he says coyly.
“Awesome, good choice, I hear it’s beautiful!” I joke sarcastically and walk to grab a clean mug and pore the steaming black liquid into it. 8
I sit and watch him drink his coffee and mess around with his phone for a while before getting bored and deciding to read my Kerrang! Magazine instead. I was right in the middle of a very interesting article when he came to the till and stood blocking my light.9
“Err … dude you’re blocking my light” I whine.
“I’m ready to pay” he states.
“No, I don’t think you understood, what I meant was move, I’m reading something” my was attitude obviously oozing out of every syllable I spoke.10
Once again I hear his laugh and he moves slightly to the side. “Better?” he asks.
I don’t reply. 11
After a couple of minutes, I look up at him “that’s £1.39, please.” 12
He hands me a fiver and I give him his change. “Hope you enjoyed you’re coffee Peter, have a nice day”.13
“I will do, call me sometime!” and with that he walks out of the café. A puzzled expression comes across my face. How could I call him, he never gave me his number? 14
I looked down at the money he had handed me earlier and written on the five-pound note was ‘I always did like girls with attitude. Give me a call sweetheart
.’ below was his number.15I laughed out loud and typed his number into my phone. Maybe my day wasn’t going to be so bad after all.
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