DIPLOMACY: NOW WITH MORE COFFEE.
Who: Peter and Marc.
When: Wednesday, January 12th, morning.
Where: Starbucks.
What: I'll buy you a cup of coffee if you'd let me ride your pony.
Peter didn't want to be one of those loud-talking people who was rude and inconsiderate to the people around him. But as he stood in line to get to his precious morning coffee (because Raivis had rid the flat of ground coffee again), Peter was lacking the common courtesy to, basically, shut the hell up. With a hand digging into his pocket trying to find his wallet and his Blackberry tucked between his ear and his shoulder, everyone in the small Starbuck was able to hear the following conversation:
"I can't work today. I can't. My husband has the flu, you know! He needs someone to take care of him. I've already worked two shifts yesterday, it's not fair! I don't care... ask Paul to cover for me! I know Paul is allergic to the ponies. It's not my fault you wanted to hire your stupid nephew. O-okay, no, he isn't stupid but why would someone who is allergic to ponies work at a pony ranch! It doesn't make any sense! I am not... I'm not working today! You can't fire me! I'm the manager! Oh right, you find someone who's better at the job than I'm, then you can fire my blooming arse!"
Peter ended the call with a loud click of the phone before he finally turned to the cashier. He shrugged his shoulders and chuckled sheepishly. His hand kept searching in his pocket, searching and searching. And searching. Nothing. The wallet where all his money should be was not in his pocket.
The cashier looked at Peter, the look on her face said it had happened before. Now, everyone in the small Starbuck was really looking at him.
"I forgot my wallet..."
When: Wednesday, January 12th, morning.
Where: Starbucks.
What: I'll buy you a cup of coffee if you'd let me ride your pony.
Peter didn't want to be one of those loud-talking people who was rude and inconsiderate to the people around him. But as he stood in line to get to his precious morning coffee (because Raivis had rid the flat of ground coffee again), Peter was lacking the common courtesy to, basically, shut the hell up. With a hand digging into his pocket trying to find his wallet and his Blackberry tucked between his ear and his shoulder, everyone in the small Starbuck was able to hear the following conversation:
"I can't work today. I can't. My husband has the flu, you know! He needs someone to take care of him. I've already worked two shifts yesterday, it's not fair! I don't care... ask Paul to cover for me! I know Paul is allergic to the ponies. It's not my fault you wanted to hire your stupid nephew. O-okay, no, he isn't stupid but why would someone who is allergic to ponies work at a pony ranch! It doesn't make any sense! I am not... I'm not working today! You can't fire me! I'm the manager! Oh right, you find someone who's better at the job than I'm, then you can fire my blooming arse!"
Peter ended the call with a loud click of the phone before he finally turned to the cashier. He shrugged his shoulders and chuckled sheepishly. His hand kept searching in his pocket, searching and searching. And searching. Nothing. The wallet where all his money should be was not in his pocket.
The cashier looked at Peter, the look on her face said it had happened before. Now, everyone in the small Starbuck was really looking at him.
"I forgot my wallet..."