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.
