Call that a cup of coffee, do ya?
Her voice resonated with indignation
The younfg lad behind the counter looked up
His face suffused with colour
What’s wrong with it?
You have to ask?
He looked at the woman’s cup bewildered
How long are you working here young man?
He wondered why she needed to know this
Not long Madame
It shows, you’re no Barista
The lad looked at the woman, his confusion apparent
A queue was beginning to form, panicking the lad asked
Will there be anything else?
Yes, the woman stated, You can make me another coffee
This time with a tree on top.
