To make up for my...colourful antics, Ill recount a story:
Yesterday, I went to the uni to do some maths and marking. Of course, halfway through I had an unnerving craving for an espresso. Luckily the merlo bar is open on Sundays, so I went there, jeans chalk stained and all. The conversation:
"Hi, can I get a dopio please?"
Nothing too exciting about that.
Sure, whats your name?
"Sam, thanks"
Still boringsville.
Oh sorry, would you like a small or a large?

As it turns out, apparently someone came in earlier that day asking for a short black, and were unhappy that they got a small and not a large!
So the guy, I think he may have been new, was being a bit cautious, which is fine.


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