Replacing the cream.
It’s 1:30 am and the last of the coffee bar stragglers have left the
building. Re-purposing the cream cakes for the next day by scooping out the old
cream and piping in some new is a nightly chore.
There’s usually a spatula for this purpose but it is in the
vibrating commercial dishwasher out back so a surreptitious finger will have to
do.
Not that there’s anything really wrong about this practice;
after all what the customers don’t know don’t hurt them.
The folk singer was terrible tonight. Not sure where the boss finds them, but they
are mixed bunch, all singing Bob Dylan with a nasal pitch, or croaking
plaintive Irish Republican songs whose lyrics they don’t really understand.
The coffee bar is on the corner of The Square, the city’s
main and only redeeming feature. This cafe
plays second fiddle to a much larger coffee bar several blocks away that is the
habitat of Teacher College students.
Hang on a minute, this cream looks a little rancid? Or is it just yellowing with age? Time for a quick taste test. No, it seems OK although the cream pressure
gun could probably do with a good clean.
Don’t have time to do it right now as there are other things to tick off
before final lock-up.
A quick check of the pie warmer. There’s a steak and mince that has seen
better days. The crust is as hard
Palmy’s railroad tracks, but the boss says its OK if I take the old ones for my
own consumption.
There’s also steak and
kidney although you’d need a microscope to spot any kidney in the filling.
Think I’ll take a couple and throw them through the windows
of the women student’s hall down the road.
They always appreciate a bit of sustenance even if it is an ungodly hour
of the morning. Bit of gravel thrown on
a lower window usually gets a result although you need to keep an eye out for
matron or passing police patrols who might misconstrue the intention.
Ah... the float. How
I HATE doing the float!
Maths was never my strong point and its even worse now that
the cheap calculator’s battery has died.
Why is it that I am always 20 cents out in the tally? I’m not going to mess around at this time of
morning. I’ll put in the money from my
own pocket to get the balance.
It is now 2am and I have a lecture at 8:30 this morning.
Check and turn off the electrical appliances. Ready the alarm.
Maybe I’ll take pity on customers and take that lamington
with me to much as I head home.
After all I’ve just filled it with fresh cream.
Roger Smith
May, 2109
May, 2109
