On busy days at the Museum I can easily spend my fifteen minute recess waiting in line at the coffee cart just to buy that cup of coffee, which leaves me no time to actually drink it (and we aren’t allowed to drink in the store).
I’ve tried bringing coffee from home in a little flask, but you can’t drink coffee that’s sat in a flask all day: it’s *stale* and bloody awful.
As there’s no separate line for staff I have no alternative but to cut the line. The guys at the coffee cart understand, and serve me.
I really needed my coffee today. Easter’s a busy time at the Museum – folks from all over the world are on their spring vacation – but when I cut the line the coffee cart Nazi said to me: “You aren’t allowed to jump the line. We’ve been told to take the names of staff members who do that. I’ll serve you this once, but you can’t do it again….”
Perhaps he wants me to order room service! I walked away in disgust.
“You can have your coffee today…!” he called after me.
I ignored him,
and came back to my register where I met this man: