Huttonian risked a second
Latte at Sir Morrisons this morning on the assumption that the risk of two fire drills in three days at the same time was an acceptable one. No fire broke out that I noticed although the Latte machine does not seem to have got over its excitement of 48 hours ago. It is one of those automated help- yourself- press -the -appropriate -button type. I did a message appeared: 'Empty' I asked a handmaiden if she could help. With a scornful look which seemed to indicate that I was well beyond the age of reason and stuck in the wind -up gramophone era she pressed the self same button. Same result. In a great rage she shouted to the handmaiden in chief' 'Its says its empty' The Gaulieter asked 'Is it?' Opening of a plastic drawer at bottom of machine by irritated Hand maiden-'Yes its empty and it says its empty. Its never behaved like that before'.-another glare at me 'The old Geezer must have b******D it' was the unspoken thought.
I got my Latte but it wasn't her day. The next customer, another sexagenarian, so obviously on the point of death, omitted to place his delph cup in the receptacle provided (Morrison speak) before pressing the magic Latte Button. Result : Coffee on floor and over his natty shoes. Scurrying around, much fussing and mopping up by handmaiden subjected to 'quality control' by customer relations looking after vulnerable old persons(Your fall may be monitored and is important to us.) Consequently the Hand maiden had to keep to herself any further thoughts on the Walking Dead to herself.
The latte was rather nice.