Wednesday, March 23, 2011
A short note.
Good Evening from Brisbane.
I'm rather strapped for time at the moment, my sincere apologies, I'll have another lengthy rant ready for tomorrow, I assure you.
I would just like to share with you briefly a conversation I had with a non-descript person working at a non-descript coffee emporium.
(I like to use absurd names when ordering my coffee, I know there are some of you out there who do the same.)
Coffee Woman: And your name please?
Devilishly handsome man: Jaque. (Pronounced with a soft J)
Coffee Woman: Oh, okay, just wait behind the counter sir.
So there I was waiting for my coffee. And while I watched fiddle at the knobs (hohoho) at the magic machine of delicious beverages, she kept mouthing my name over and over again.
By the end of it, she had the pronunciation down to a point.
The coffee? Shite. And I assure you, the coffee from this place is usually to die for.
So was it just a mistake? Is she new? Doubtful, seeing as new workers have a tag that screams "In training."
Don't get distracted by oddities, folks, they're not so uncommon as you'd think.
Also. Using strange names is an oddly satisfying feeling, you should try it one day.
Thanks for putting up with this.