Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Ice Coffee

while up north in a border city called nahariya this past weekend and visiting the locals and trying to show some support and spend a little cash within their towns,
i went into an 'aroma' - israel's upscale version of starbucks - for my ice coffee fix.
i walk into the cafe, there is the standard eight people working there, looking very busy and efficient........kind of like any place you would find in california.
i saunter up to the register and ask if it is possible to order two ice coffees.
the register chick says yes and then looks at me and asks, "what's your name?"
now please note she wasn't flirting, she was merely asking me my name so she could put it on the order and have it organized.......
BUT there was one slight problem.
i was up north and maybe ten kilometers from the border of lebanon remember, i was the only friggin' customer they had in this cafe.
i turned around and looked over the entire place and looked at the blond, yes - she was blond....., and said, " i am the only one here."
she looked at me and couldnt quite understand why i would be upset.
so i added, " it would be impossible to mix my order up with anyone else's.."
she simply looked at me and meekly offered, "yes, but i am used to asking for the name."
and this my friends is the problem with life, this is the 'retail management' conspiracy against our planet......
people refuse to think out of the box, and if they do they are treated like scum.
we live in a world where it is much easier to just give in and say, i will do as i am told, i will think what i am told, i will be who i am told.

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