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So, for the last couple of weeks I've been hanging out in a cafe less than five minutes' walk from where I live. It's owned and pretty much populated by geeky, nerdy males from the local university.
Nevertheless, they're all very friendly and now consider me a regular, to the point where I was invited to a private party there this Monday just gone and I now know half their names.
However, the main owner, Frankie, is from Europe (he seems to come from about half of the countries on the western coast of the continent) and therefore has occasional difficulties with the English language; he also has a very don't-care attitude to criticism and a very good sense of humour. He was the one who wrote the menu board, too.
These factors caused this scene in the cafe just now.
Customer: *looks at menu board* I'll have a misspelled cappuccino.
Johnno (one of the part-owners and workers): *stares at board* How many "p"s are there in cappuccino?
Other custmer: Two.
Johnno: Really?
Me (across room, loudly): Yes.
Johnno (to Frankie): Frankie, you spelt cappuccino wrong.
Frankie (totally unruffled): Johnno, shut the frak up.
*general hilarity*
I love these guys. :D
Nevertheless, they're all very friendly and now consider me a regular, to the point where I was invited to a private party there this Monday just gone and I now know half their names.
However, the main owner, Frankie, is from Europe (he seems to come from about half of the countries on the western coast of the continent) and therefore has occasional difficulties with the English language; he also has a very don't-care attitude to criticism and a very good sense of humour. He was the one who wrote the menu board, too.
These factors caused this scene in the cafe just now.
Customer: *looks at menu board* I'll have a misspelled cappuccino.
Johnno (one of the part-owners and workers): *stares at board* How many "p"s are there in cappuccino?
Other custmer: Two.
Johnno: Really?
Me (across room, loudly): Yes.
Johnno (to Frankie): Frankie, you spelt cappuccino wrong.
Frankie (totally unruffled): Johnno, shut the frak up.
*general hilarity*
I love these guys. :D
