Thursday, July 16, 2009
Tesco Spy Mission #2
See the brand name on this coffee? Do you see it?
And here in the west of Ireland, for god's sake.
Back in a previous life I used to do catering
for Starbucks CEO Howard Schultz's private plane.
There were teenaged boys who always requested
my strawberry white-chocolate scones.
(Which tasted like strawberry shortcake.)
The order was always picked up by his flight attendant
(can't remember her name only her height: tall,
and her hair color: blond.) One early morning,
before we opened, she stopped by for some sandwich
platters she had ordered. It was the middle of winter,
dead-dark, on gritty Airport Way in Seattle.
She looked at the platters, frowned, and asked,
"Do you have any little edible flowers
to scatter across this?"
Well. Um. No.
Not for this price, honey.
I mean, what did she expect me to say?
"Let me run up to my rooftop greenhouse
and see what's in bloom"?
She was fussy like that, always picking at something.
She expected a lot for a low price, and I don't know
why she thought we would be the ones to cut her
a deal. Anyway, it was a good gig, and she tipped.
And I kind of liked the idea of my scones
cruising in the high altitudes.