Italian efficiency when it comes to coffee should be studied.
In Italy:
- Walk into a bar and look at the guy
- Un caffe
- 30 seconds later it’s ready
- Shoot it
- Leave €1
- Walk out
In the US:
- Join a line
- Wait
- Order coffee
- Answer 12 questions: Size? Milk? Roast? Sugar? Temperature? Colombia beans? Name? How do you spell it?
- $12.34
- Ask for a 20% tip. Click 5 times on a ipad to have a custom tip
- Tap phone
- ask where to send the invoice
- Wait again on a different line
- Someone call a name that sounds similar to mine
- get the coffee
- too hot, can't drink it
- finally at temperature
taste like shit
They're EVERYWHERE.
This actually enraged me. Imagine going on a walk through the beautiful English countryside, only to see some dead-eyed NPC migrant breaking down a wall that's probably withstood all manner of harsh conditions - but none so harsh as the Third World tendency to destroy, and break, and damage, and ruin. He looks so entirely out of place too, with his tracksuit pants, sneakers, and headphones, apparently immune to the beauty of his surroundings, singularly focused instead on destruction.
I have developed a visceral loathing of these people - these creatures so unlike us. My skin crawls with disgust at the mere sight of them.