Fab Foodie
hanging-on in quiet desperation ...
- Location
- Kirton, Devon.
Took DD#2 to Heathrow for her flight to Japan. Left home at 0530. All sorted by 0700 so decided to buy her a coffee and cake before she went through security. Been all a bit stressy up to then. Walked into the Cafe Rouge area and up to the counter to look at the pain au raisins etc on display. No queue or anybody else waiting or around.
Whilst cogitating in my sleepy daze I could hear a voice wittering beside me as I stirred my brain cell.
'Hang on a minute' I said 'I'm just thinking
Then was told again by the voice that it was table service
'OK, but please give me a minute'
More wittering about table first if I want to order
'If you keep going-on I'll go elsewhere ....'
She keeps wittering about table regardless and DD#2 shouts that we have to sit down first. So I find a table and sit down only to be told by the voice that I couldn't sit there ....
I walked.
Bollocked by DD#2 for causing a scene.
Cafe Nero was great.
Small beer I know, but all I wanted was a minute just to look, I new what I wanted, the voice was there and could easily taken my order whilst I stood, I should have been able to sit at a table of my choice.
My money, I get to choose ... or my feet, I get to walk.
Whilst cogitating in my sleepy daze I could hear a voice wittering beside me as I stirred my brain cell.
'Hang on a minute' I said 'I'm just thinking
Then was told again by the voice that it was table service
'OK, but please give me a minute'
More wittering about table first if I want to order
'If you keep going-on I'll go elsewhere ....'
She keeps wittering about table regardless and DD#2 shouts that we have to sit down first. So I find a table and sit down only to be told by the voice that I couldn't sit there ....
I walked.
Bollocked by DD#2 for causing a scene.
Cafe Nero was great.
Small beer I know, but all I wanted was a minute just to look, I new what I wanted, the voice was there and could easily taken my order whilst I stood, I should have been able to sit at a table of my choice.
My money, I get to choose ... or my feet, I get to walk.