Daisy and I went to Inverness yesterday. Towards the end of the day, a little peckish and needing a snackerel  before we set off home we dived into a Costa coffee shop.  It's busy and, as per usual, the Costa staff are plodding away making the usual hard work of it.  90% of the time I go into Costa I end up bitching about the service.  Starbucks?  Great service but I don't like the coffee.  Costa's coffee is far better.  I put up with it.  After watching the pantomime of clumsy service behind the counter for some time we finally we get to the head of the queue.  We place our order.
"Is that to sit in?" asks the guy behind the counter as he starts to ring it up.
"No." I said.
"To take out then?" he says pushing buttons.
I look at him.  "Do you have a third option?"
He stops pushing buttons and stares blankly back at me.
"You could lie in the doorway," says Daisy. "With your legs in the shop...."

I love that girl.

 

The guy behind the counter didn't get it.