There is this chap at my workplace, and for the sake of anonymity, lets call him *Ron. Ron is a great guy, he’s married with a baby son, and has been building his house for 2 years. Ron also is the barista. And he’s a bit of a bugger. He took a little while to warm up to me, but now that I’ve become a semi-regular around the joint, I have been welcomed into the inner sanctum on Ron-ness. An inner sanctum that has serious perks.
Numero uno, free coffee. Now there is little that makes my heart leap as much as those two words. I freakin love those little loyalty stamp cards, where if you buy 10 coffees your next one’s free. One of the happiest days in my sad sad life was when I discovered that at Exomod you ONLY NEED TO BUY EIGHT COFFEES TO GET ONE FREE! That’s right, people, run, don’t walk.
So anyway, back to Ron and the inner sanctum. I thought he was the boss there, hence the dishing out of said perks. But it has recently come to my attention that he is not the head honcho at the cafe, and therefore his generous rewards scheme is in fact, a delicate dance of mystery and espionage. You see, if *Ron, (now do you see why I am protecting his identity?) was caught, there would be a moderate scolding involved, and immediate cessation of freebies. The best bit though, is that when Boss-lady is around, he charges me for the coffee, but, wait for it, GIVES ME DOUBLE STAMPS. oh god.