Conversations

I stopped for a coffee on the way into Victoria at a small country town, the name of which escapes me. The conversation with the girl behind the counter went something like this:

“Morning”

“Morning, how can I help you?”

“Could I grab a coffee?”

“Sure. Cappuccino, Latte?

“Just a flat white thanks. To take away”

“Sure. That’s $3.50.”

What followed was the usual exchange of money and change, she wrote down 1 FW on a small piece of paper, and then took that paper to another counter. Then picked up the paper and started to make the coffee. This is when things went a little different.

“So, how has your day been?

“Good thanks, a bit of driving, but it’s been good.”

“Driving, yeah, it can be like that... I don’t like my job but I like working with the people I work with, so I guess that’s good. Joanne is a bit of a witch, but we all love her. She’s pretty good to work for and she is good to me. You know, before she arrived, we looked at her CV and it had that she had worked on XXXXX street (I missed the name) and we all thought that she was a stripper. I mean, it’s a small country town so we like that sort of thing. A stripper! Imagine that, having a stripper working here... She not a stripper, far from it you know. She’s nice though. Yeah, she’s ok... There you go. Have a great day.”

I took my coffee and left, part of me wanted to sit down with my coffee and chat longer, although, I had a feeling I would be listening mostly.