How did we get here?
The day started tired and heavy, but I could trust a cup of coffee to supply the required alertness and energy for productivity. I made myself a cup of coffee and drove off to catch up with my first appointment. I love to tune in to the radio as I drive in the mornings and get information on the headlines and some political reviews. Sometimes, I do wonder if the political arguments mattered anything because I doubt the powers that be care to listen to the radio. However, it is an avenue for the people to feel a larger population or perhaps, someone in authority is listening to their rantings, so they phone in and rant anyway. It has not been a time to enjoy the morning breeze while driving; with recent daily temperatures averaging 40 degrees centigrade at peak time, the morning breeze has become too warm for a drive. Everyone who can afford it, ensures the air conditioning systems of their cars are functional while they stay hydrated throughout the day.
I set up my iPad and joined a much anticipated Skype meeting. My expectations before the meeting rose to the heavens and were higher than the Tower of Babel. I was optimistic I would give myself some back slapping and high five at the end of the meeting. However, I was left looking for a parachute to safely land on the ground after my “Babelic” expectations were left unfulfilled. Hopes were further extended. The conclusion was neither here nor there, and I needed to wait for the next three weeks for more clarity and a promise of affirmation. The meeting left me feeling like “LOL!”.
Remembering the words of a friend that a bad day is sometimes a bad moment that you allowed to linger and negatively affect the day, I decided to shake it off but I did not know how to. I really did not have much friends in the city and the few I have were not available for a phone conversation or a meet up. So I took a walk. I walked past a power plant and stopped at a building which housed two shops. On the right was a provision shop, and on the left was a coffee shop. I figured coffee was always a friend in need and the ambience and aroma could offer some tranquility and a moment to catch up on some gossip online. I have never patronized the shop, but my excitement was typical for any coffee shop, because really, it’s a coffee shop guys! The least it could be is a coffee shop.
I stepped in and requested for the menu. You know! I was thinking a cappuccino or an espresso. There was no menu. 🌚 They had some pastries and a show glass of tea and coffee where a customer is required to make a choice. I cut straight to the chase and asked for Nescafé. No cream.
A tray appeared before me with a jug of hot water, a mug, a teaspoon, four cubes of sugar in a disposable cup, a satchet of coffee, a satchet of milk, and a pair of scissors! That’s right! A pair of scissors. I stared in disbelief but quickly gained composure so as not to upset the environment. Was the universe trolling me? Did I just hear another “LOL!”? I figured my pair of scissors was meant to cut the satchets and empty the content. I quickly prepared a painful mug of coffee, downed it , wore a cheerful smile and thanked them profusely for a good time. If you thought I told them how to serve coffee in a coffee shop, then you thought wrong! Who am I to interfere with the great hospitality that serves you your coffee to prepare by yourself with a pair of scissors? Neither am I interested in denying future customers the privilege of this pleasurable experience.
And this would be my first rant as my friend, Mariam, said to me : “You rant in an interesting way. It’s so funny. Why not put it on a blog and we’ll be happy to read?”. And so I summoned another friend Moro and told him I would like to start rantings.com. I narrated my gist and guess his response?
“This is a coffee shop? How much did you pay for the privilege of this atrocity?”
I suspect you have the same question. The answer lies in the coffee shop of year!
Go have yourself some coffee at your favorite coffee shop and share your experience.