And…I shouldn’t say this, it feels like telling tales out of school…when he’s not around jacques the Barista leaves his post to top up his tan on the beach across the promenade. And then someone turns up!
I’d make a terrible barman/barista, as I’m a lousy listener. The guy unloaded his woes onto me, and as the drink flowed in the piano bar (although he was pretty good at ‘have one for yourself’) across the lobby, I heard all about his marriage, his kids, university fees, football, car racing and much else besides.
(with apologies to the long-suffering Bill, a SL friend, who posed in the role of boring barfly 🙂 )