A Regular Success

Regular Success


If you all remember the chronicling adventures I have, the word ‘Regular’ just may spark a memory in that little cranium of yours.

Many moons and suns ago I wrote the tale of how I would love to be a regular, for the workers to greet me with heartwarming smiles, arms wide open ready to embrace the warmth of my slowly thinning wallet. For them to give me a nod of acceptance as they shouted out my name in recognition.

That day, has finally arrived….

Today, I was a little annoyed for the greasy fat meat suppliers known as KFC had told me that there would be a 15 minute wait for my not-so-daily dosage of toxins, meat and various secret herbs and spices, so I stood there and waited, and waited, and waited. Yet it never came, so alas, I got a refund, and a free can of Pepsi (of which I don’t really drink) and went on my grumpy way. Knowing my lunch break would not be spent snacking on any assortment of food.

Now today was a brisk cold day in Adelaide, the cold northerly winds from the Ice Queen were blowing strong, and army men were out and about in the mall, carrying around donation buckets. Ah but I knew their true intention, they were protecting us from the Ice Queens minions, whom would normally spring down from the heavens in their little icy ships and attack us. Their little icy ships are also known as ‘Hail’ to the regular folk.

But I know better…

So here I was, walking down the mall, heading towards Gloria Jean’s, a little old coffee shop, the one that I imagine is Coffee Of Doom, Kudos to those who get the reference. I walk in, to purchase a hot beverage, in hopes that it would quell the icy grip upon my soul. The stunning blonde barista eyed me, a smile upon her porcelin face, she was obviously unaffecyed by the sheer horrors of the outside world.

As a approach the counter she tilts her head to the side in an innocent carefree manner, she lightly bites her lower lip as though she was lost in thought. There are a few seconds of silence before she speaks, her voice like a soft lullaby, penetrating the dark insessant rambles around me.

“Is….you name Tiffany?”

I feel my heart skip a beat, did she just say my name? I nod and give a slightly over enthusiastic ‘Yes!’ Now this stunning star of a barista took a step back, perhaps surprised at my eager reply. She gave me a smile and commented, “I see you often, you get hot chocolates don’t you? Do you have a regular’s discount card.”

I told her no, and she punched a hole in a card and gave it to me, stating that I get free beverages with it. Only their regulars get it, so I was a very happy chappy. I purchased my usual beverage of a white hot chocolate, with a few marshmellows of course.

For the remainder of that day, I held my head high, for I, Tiffany…

Have obtained a Regular Success!


Now if only I could stop those gnomes from stealing my bread.


NB: this was written two days ago, I have only just been able to post it.

Afternoon Delights

This isn’t about my baby and I ain’t gonna hold her tight.

No this little afternoon delight is a bit of pure self indulgence, ever since I started this course, I was looking for a nice little place I could eat lunch at or have a drink at, you know, be a regular of theirs and all.

It’s a strange little dream, or perhaps fantasy of mine to be able to walk into a store, and for the people working there to give me a friendly smile and a wave greeting me with a “Hello Tiffany, want your usual today?” Or something of the like.

I think I have found that little piece of ‘paradise’ see, our lunch break goes for an hour, which I think is rather nice, it gives us time to leisurely wander about the great big city, perhaps bask in the glory of our fair towns Balls.

Yes, you read that right, Adelaide, Rundle Mall, the symbol of this city are two giant silver balls, sitting atop each other, reflecting the suns glorious rays and bouncing them off into the eyes of those who pass by.

Ah, but once again I seem to ramble on and get off topic, righteo.

The little piece of heaven, it’s a place I never bothered to go into before, since I don’t like coffee. But I have been a regular at Gloria Jeans Coffee, that’s right a cute little coffee place. My mind is a very strange thing, as I sit in there and sip at my beverage, my mind imagines that I am sitting in that coffee place, ( can’t recall the name at the moment) that is in one of my favorite web comics, Questionable Content. (I will place a link to the comic here when I get home)

I imagine that Good ol’ Marty is sitting next to me, with an exceptionally divine Dora sitting upon his lap. Then my ever favorite Hannalore will come up to me and would probably faint as I rant about my very unhygienic housemates.Boy oh boy I could imagine her tearing them in two, with a ten foot pole of course, and donning a full body radioactive suit.

But yes, every day, or every other day I venture into Gloria Jeans, and purchase a Regular hot white chocolate wish marshmallows. The marshmallows melt into the chocolate drink and actually add a rather nice flavor to it.One time I drank it too fast, and chocked on the marshmallows. Dear readers, have any of you got a tale to tell about coffee related drama or action?This talk of coffee reminds me of my good friend Jana, so if you are reading this Jana, this entry is dedicated to you.

Peace out.