Pink Sky – now serving grown up coffee! - May 25, 2010 - 18:03
Pink Sky have gone up in the world. We noticed that recently our clients have been rejecting our coffee. When Naomi found the third ‘half-cup’ of the week stashed behind a book on the dresser (the client clearly could not bear the taste and had actually hidden it from view!) we decided it was time to do something about the appalling granules that we had been serving.
So this morning we went coffee shopping. We bought some delicious looking (and even better smelling) filter coffee and then went to Argos to buy a cafetiere. There was a huge range of, well, two. We picked one and sat down in our row of seats, watching the television screen.
Is it just me, or is this whole process a little archaic? It is somewhat akin to a strange sort of auction, or a BINGO hall. As I sat in my wooden seat (in a row of four), I listened to the two ladies behind me discussing the relative merits of hair straighteners whilst a small child was running around dive-bombing a large football-shaped beanbag. There is something wonderful about Argos isn’t there?
As our number worked its way up the rather crusty 90’s style ‘info screen’ to the top, a polite lady robot informed us, through a speaker, that it was time to collect our purchase. “Item number 146, to your collection point”. The lady gave me a withering look as I stood up and shouted “BINGO!!! YESSSSSSS!!! I’ve won!!” (I wonder how often that happens?!) In fact, an elderly lady behind me then decided to take advantage of her deaf husband who hadn’t heard me and steal my joke. How rude! She shouted in his ear (maybe it was actually she who was deaf?) “IT’S LOIKE PLAYIN’ BINGO INNIT?!” to which the husband emitted a cursory chuckle before turning his hearing aid back down to ‘block out the screeching old bat…er I mean my dear wife’ mode.
My collection point was A, so I got ready to join the orderly queue. Only, there wasn’t one. In fact there wasn’t anyone at ‘A’, so I had to go to ‘B’. I got my receipt stamped and picked up a box that was big enough to comfortably house a hamster, but I couldn’t help but wonder where our cafetiere might be….? I shrugged, popped it into my handbag and skipped back to the office.
When Mark took it out the box, it really was ridiculously small. When I say small, thing of the glass you get in the pub when you ask for an orange juice (a half pint). This was about the size of the entire thing. We thought we’d better take it back and swap it for option two, which was decidedly bigger.
As it happened, we had three back to back meetings, where the coffee was a great success! Phew! Do pop in and join us for one…
