Something has happened to me during my travels for work and it’s not pleasing to hear. I have walked into two coffee establishments and been met with a long, exhausting and somewhat tedious wait to be served. Both times an old lady has been in front of me slowly shuffling herself without a care in the world towards the till at approximately - 1mph. As you can tell, this does not bother me so much (cough) however, what was about to happen to me soon will do. I have always been referred to as the ‘young one’ and to be honest, have taken great pride in this. Now I feel this is not the case. As the old lady shouted (probably due to her lack of hearing) that she would like an Americano with milk, she suddenly realised she had no money...At this point in time, my heart started racing to somewhat counteract her slow movements and I genuinely felt that this was my time to become a hero. I could now imagine the silent gentlemen nods of appreciation and the glistening looks of the ladies as I boldly step forward with the correct change when suddenly, before I have time to reap the glory, a younger and much better looking man gave the lady behind the counter some money and said very profoundly, ‘Let me get this for you please’... As you can imagine I felt shattered and broke...just like the old lady was. My heart at this point is no longer racing with excitement but rather slowing down to a dull, rhythmic beat signifying my life flashing before anguished eyes. As the old lady thanked the man repeatedly (probably again due to her lack of hearing) she then looked at me as if to say ‘this could have been YOUR moment’...well that’s what I read in to it as anyway. The young man left, as did the old hag, I mean lady, with her free coffee and all I have to distract me is enough change in my slow loving hands for now two coffees and a lady saying behind a counter ‘what would you like?’...I almost told her that I would of liked to turn back time and be hero just now, but I was wasting my breathe so I simply replied with ‘just an ordinary coffee’ while thinking to myself, because that’s all you’re worth...
This day was then exactly repeated in the order of events however, the younger and soon to be much loved boy who helped the previous day was at it again in another coffee place! I honestly could not believe my now angered eyes and think he just goes to coffee places and buys old people coffees to satisfy his clearly broken self esteem and ego...you wouldn’t catch me doing it for those reasons - what a loser.
As you can tell, this turn of events has made me realise two things. Firstly, I am no longer the younger good looking chap who could become a hero when the time called and secondly, I am clearly not fazed or bitter about it...so I suppose we can all learn a life lesson from this and that is simply, have your money in your hand ready at all times because you never know when you will be called in to action. I run a business designing Fitness and Nutritional Programs designed to fit around people’s lifestyles. I am tired of hearing that gyms just give out the same generic regimes and expect people to stay motivated...such fools. For £20 a month I design weekly, tailored regimes that consider everything that you do on a day-to-day schedule. So if you get a call suddenly and have to be somewhere else, then you email me, let me know and I adapt your training schedule for the week to suit it. Life is stressful enough without the hassle of training so make it fun and more importantly, tailored Hope to hear from you soon!
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