TBS02
RECEIPT AS OF: 7/21/01
BARISTA ON DUTY: ESPRESSO
RECEIPT FILED AS: TBS-02
Satan's Spit! Now, this is exactly what I signed up for! Some 1-on-1 customer interaction! You just don't get action like that in the office, I'll tell you what! I knew it was only a matter of time before we'd get a customer who needed a hot coffee cup served right to their face. Boy, oh boy, am I the guy to serve it. Right to her face. Bam! Pow! Zam! Just like that, eh J? Anyway, I'm more than happy to take good care of this, Mrs. Helm. Teacher her why coffee is better than any old Italian meal, that's for sure.
Now, I know that we don't serve the coffee with the intention of paying off our customers' tabs altogether, right? We wouldn't make any money if we didn't have some tabs open, and in the case of this Mrs. Helm, I bet she can't do much to help her condition, huh? Not like she means to dine Italian. She's just not one of the brighter customers. So, I might need a bit of help actually getting her a bowl of fruit or whatever it is we're calling it. And that's always been more Doppio's bag of tricks. See, I'm more of the direct confrontation type, but I also know she's tied up at the moment with your whole nightclub thing. Worse case, I can probably learn on the fly. It can't be that hard, right?
I'd also like to bring little Carajillo along with me. I think that kid needs to get out of his shell a bit, and some sunlight would probably do him good. Plus, I think once he sees the joys of serving a good clean cup of coffee, he'll put all that fire nonsense behind him. I hope. If not, I bet he could serve a strong pot of coffee. He's got that wild look in his eyes. The look of a hunter. We just need to teach him some good 'ol fashion trade manners, is all.