nugget bloke

I'll always remember the first time I encountered you. The look on the employee's face as you entered the shop. The patience with which she revealed the price to you of twenty or more menu combinations. The lack of frustration in her voice as she re-told you the price of the first thing that you had enquired about. The way that she patiently waited for you to count out your money; never hurrying you even though the queue of customers was slowly and steadily growing behind you.

You sat by yourself on the square table engaged in a solemn, solitary dialogue. An aura of gentleness surrounded you.

The employee was a flurry of activity behind you smoothly reducing the size of the queue and soothing the frayed tempers of the customers who had been delayed by your indecision. When you food was ready she arranged it on a tray with precision and care before respectfully placing it in front of you.

You spent three or four minutes (I wasn't wearing a watch that day) intently studying the drink before gathering yourself and rising. Grasping the cup of tea in your right hand you returned to the counter and with gentle voice explained that your friend had changed his mind and would prefer a cola instead.

Armed with the replacement you returned to your seat and pushed the drink to the opposite side of the table. A serene smile crossed your face.

Nugget bloke.

You are by far the strangest person that I've ever encountered.