Coffee, Owls
21 August 2006 18:32I have to wonder about people who call to have animal picked up. I always phone to let them know I'm on my way but today the call went like this:
Me: Hi it's Den from WIRES here.
Him: Who?
Me: Den, from Wires.
H: Who?
Me: The animal rescue mob.
H:Oh.
[long pause.]
Me:Is that Lee?
H:Who?
Me: Lee. He called about an owl.
H: erm...
Me: Apparently one was being attacked by crows.
H: Oh. Yeah.
Me: I'm calling to let you know I'll be around to pick it up in--
H: I called an hour ago.
Me: I know. I'm just knocking off from work, so I'll be around in--
H: Yeah, but I've had the bird for an hour. I thought you wanted things like this.
Me: We do. I'll be there in 10 minutes. I'm just leaving the office now.
H: Yeah, well. I called an hour ago.
Me: See you soon.
H: Seeya.
As he hung up I heard someone in the background shout "Who is it?"
"Fuckin WIRES. He'll be here in--" and the line went dead.
So I picked up a thouroughly annoyed barn owl in a box. ("Crikey! He's a bit stroppy!") The bloke's attitude and contant "Call an hour ago" really got to me, so I decided I needed a coffee from a large multinational take-away franchise. The food at this place is consistantly boring, but their coffee is always good-ish. It's certainly better than the instant I have at home. I left the owl in the car, entered the store and ordered a coffee at the counter. "Large flat white, 1 sugar please."
Coffee for me is a caffein delivery system. I don't need double mocha lattes with extra cream and a twist of lemming. Forget the fancy froths and syrups, I just want coffee, dammit, and be FAST. The young fellow behind the counter was very efficient. Coffee ground, cups filled, milk heated in a few minutes. He placed the coffee in front of me, sprinkled on some powdered chocolate...
We looked at the Cappucino. "I'm so sorry!" he stammered. "That's not what you wanted!"
"'Sokay," I mumbled. "Now that it's made I'll take it."
"Look, how about I just charge you for the flat white, and you take this one?"
"That will be fine," I said. The deal was agreed upon. Now all that was needed would be an exchange of goods: coffee for money. The coffee was mine!
Then the Manager intervened. He'd heard our exchanged, and came over to berate the coffee maker. Note to Managers: Don't tear into your staff in front of the Customers; it makes everyone except yourself feel bad. The manager then apologized to me, and grabbed my coffee. MY coffee! He grabbed my coffee and took it away. At that moment I leapt the counter and bit him on the face.
No I didn't, but I bloody well should have.
"Make what he ordered!" he said, and the poor counter attendant did as he was told. I sipped on the coffee and was cranky in the car, along with the owl.
Anyway. Owl was fine. I let her go half an hour ago.

Me: Hi it's Den from WIRES here.
Him: Who?
Me: Den, from Wires.
H: Who?
Me: The animal rescue mob.
H:Oh.
[long pause.]
Me:Is that Lee?
H:Who?
Me: Lee. He called about an owl.
H: erm...
Me: Apparently one was being attacked by crows.
H: Oh. Yeah.
Me: I'm calling to let you know I'll be around to pick it up in--
H: I called an hour ago.
Me: I know. I'm just knocking off from work, so I'll be around in--
H: Yeah, but I've had the bird for an hour. I thought you wanted things like this.
Me: We do. I'll be there in 10 minutes. I'm just leaving the office now.
H: Yeah, well. I called an hour ago.
Me: See you soon.
H: Seeya.
As he hung up I heard someone in the background shout "Who is it?"
"Fuckin WIRES. He'll be here in--" and the line went dead.
So I picked up a thouroughly annoyed barn owl in a box. ("Crikey! He's a bit stroppy!") The bloke's attitude and contant "Call an hour ago" really got to me, so I decided I needed a coffee from a large multinational take-away franchise. The food at this place is consistantly boring, but their coffee is always good-ish. It's certainly better than the instant I have at home. I left the owl in the car, entered the store and ordered a coffee at the counter. "Large flat white, 1 sugar please."
Coffee for me is a caffein delivery system. I don't need double mocha lattes with extra cream and a twist of lemming. Forget the fancy froths and syrups, I just want coffee, dammit, and be FAST. The young fellow behind the counter was very efficient. Coffee ground, cups filled, milk heated in a few minutes. He placed the coffee in front of me, sprinkled on some powdered chocolate...
We looked at the Cappucino. "I'm so sorry!" he stammered. "That's not what you wanted!"
"'Sokay," I mumbled. "Now that it's made I'll take it."
"Look, how about I just charge you for the flat white, and you take this one?"
"That will be fine," I said. The deal was agreed upon. Now all that was needed would be an exchange of goods: coffee for money. The coffee was mine!
Then the Manager intervened. He'd heard our exchanged, and came over to berate the coffee maker. Note to Managers: Don't tear into your staff in front of the Customers; it makes everyone except yourself feel bad. The manager then apologized to me, and grabbed my coffee. MY coffee! He grabbed my coffee and took it away. At that moment I leapt the counter and bit him on the face.
No I didn't, but I bloody well should have.
"Make what he ordered!" he said, and the poor counter attendant did as he was told. I sipped on the coffee and was cranky in the car, along with the owl.
Anyway. Owl was fine. I let her go half an hour ago.

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Date: 21 Aug 2006 11:06 (UTC)/me grins.
had a similar experience yesterday at a bakery in Port Fairy.
me: Low Fat Flat White, please.
them: sugar?
me: no thanks.
them: great, I'll bring it out to you.
a few minutes later, what arrives on my table? a cappucino. as the woman put it down, she said "is that right?"
I said "No, I wanted a flat white, but this'll do, since it's made"
why does everyone assume you want a heap of froth on the damn things? I want coffee. I want it hot, and I want it with milk in it. that's it. I only ask for low fat because it agrees with my stomach better.
But the snake and pygmy pie I had to go with it was *excellent*.
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Date: 21 Aug 2006 11:57 (UTC)Gorgeous owl btw!
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Date: 21 Aug 2006 12:23 (UTC)Nice looking owl, i'm really curious how the
dickheadrescuer managed to capture the owl, since I never have much luck getting close enough to photograph them.no subject
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Date: 21 Aug 2006 12:29 (UTC)"Sorry, I was at my mother's funeral and we just got out."
"Sorry, our rapid response team was out prying a rabid boomslang off a baby. You get me instead."
"Because we didn't pick up your owl in fifteen minutes, it's free."
"I was dodging traffic to rescue an enraged wombat, but I dropped everything when I got your call. Unfortunately, it took forty-five minutes for traffic to break long enough for me to staggger across the road with the wombat attached to my face."
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Date: 21 Aug 2006 12:46 (UTC)Attached to the face.
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Date: 21 Aug 2006 12:46 (UTC)I have this sort of cartoonish superhero image in my head now...sort of the HUulk only you change into a huge bat and give the guy a well deserved bite in the face... then settle back down into Den, smile at the clerk, collect your coffee and say "Thanks" as you drift out the door....
PRETTY OWL!!!! But she looks like she wants to bite your face.
(Oh dear ... I can see this becoming my phrase of the week... "Don't make me bite your face!")
Crikey!!
Date: 21 Aug 2006 16:26 (UTC)Sidenote*** Whenever I go to a cafe or Coffee Spot I like to take the opportunity, whenever presented - usually when they are sprinkling the powdered cocoa or cinnamen on my froth to say
"a little more on......little moron....moron......"
They never catch on but I secretly laugh...hysterically... inside....
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Date: 21 Aug 2006 16:33 (UTC)There will be a bird moving in here soon. (I can't remember what it is, but it's name is Bubba.) And we're positive it will scare the crap out of the cats.
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Date: 21 Aug 2006 17:23 (UTC)So then he gave me to another house-ape. This one smelt of GOOD beer and bad coffee, but that was an improvement. I didn't know what he was going to do to me, but when I offered to rip HIS face off, I scared him so much that he forgot to close the box! So I got away before he could eat me. Stupid house-apes!
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Date: 22 Aug 2006 00:59 (UTC)tis is too sick capitalism I bet he threw that coffee in the sink.
bastard. coffee.
did that other guy really call 1 hour? what a person to bother with an owl.
Isn“t chinese guy is it? Maybe it is too much effort to see things moving and he cannot eat it.
sorry bad joke.
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Date: 22 Aug 2006 01:12 (UTC)I don't understand the "1 hour" problem that guy had. The owl was in a box, and the guy didn't have to do anything else with it.
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Date: 22 Aug 2006 03:30 (UTC)the answer is simple.
the guy is a tard. that's the answer.
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Date: 23 Aug 2006 20:11 (UTC)no subject
Date: 23 Aug 2006 22:52 (UTC)I only had her for a couple of hours, until it was dark.
Rehab = worth
Date: 24 Aug 2006 18:42 (UTC)Re: Rehab = worth
Date: 26 Aug 2006 02:12 (UTC)The young owls get a lot of hunting practice before they're released, and release is done by opening the door. She doesn't do hard releases.
Re: Rehab = worth
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