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[Story] I know what you want

few days ago I got in the Valle di Comino, as I often do for some years now. In fact, I discovered that these villages are full of friendly people and brilliant. And then the stories you tell, some pure magic. Oh, and you eat well. It 'just at the table that the manager of a pub in the area began to tell me things really spectacular. Enthusiastic, I have promised to put on paper and then one of these:


I know what you want

The beauty of my job is more time to watch the world alternates from 'other side of the counter. After a lifetime of listening to people and see what to order, now it often guesses, to predict the taste. For example, the little boy over there, who has just discovered the thrill of whiskey, I surely will ask a rum & coke. Or the girl who flirts with fake fake type with alternative will inevitably prosecco ("please, just a drop of) Aperol. He, a Guinness pint.
But once I got it wrong really big. At that time I worked in a mountain village far from the city. One Thursday I went into a local couple. He, classic bike rider, leather jacket, long dark hair, mustache, beard, amphibians. She, blonde and pupose. When I saw them I had no doubt that a light beer, pint for him, half a pint, red for her. I turned to the plug to make the two drinks and surprise, as I often did with my new customers. But the man was quick to reach the counter and ask: - Excuse me, two coffees. Decaffeinated. A macchiato. And two glasses of water.
disappointed I turned and prepared to order, carefully studying the two to learn from my mistake. The scene was repeated without any changes on Thursday. On other days of the week did not see them ever and I've often wondered why. But, of course, I never asked.

Years later, from bar to bar, arrived in the city. I got used to the new fast pace, faster and more chaotic than the villages of the valley. But I missed the good times, those long afternoons without doing anything to collect the incredible stories of idlers on duty. So I was happy to see him again, was really a leap into the past. Dressed almost like a bank employee, but with unruly hair, a handlebar mustache and goatee. I could finally take my revenge on my sixth sense. I still remember the humiliation of that time and in most cities here in the receipt you first, not like us that we trust. So while he was standing in line, I had time to prepare two coffees. Decaffeinated. A macchiato. And two glasses of water.
When he came before me, handed me the ticket and he opened his mouth:-Please, two cups of coffee ...
I turned in an instant and continued: - ... decaffeinated. A macchiato. And here are the two glasses of water
He looked at me with suspicious eyes: - And those who ordered them?
Smiling, I answered: - And what was about to ask, right? I never forget the taste of customers
- But I was the first time I here in my life.
His expression was priceless. Inside of me rejoiced at last to have erased the stain of years ago.
- Here, yes, but perhaps does not remember that bar lost in which he entered on Thursday, asking for a cup of coffee without fail, for her ...
His expression, if possible, became more and more surprised. I had really knocked out, no one would ever expect such a display of memory and professionalism!
- ... and his blonde friend.
It was then that I realized that the grimace that disfigured the man's face was not a surprise but of terror. The semi-open mouth, unable to deliver breath. The body visibly shaken uncontrollably.
So I turned slightly to the left and saw her. Beautiful, pupose. And blackberry. From His eyes, two swords. Before the explosion of anger I had just enough time to say - but surely I'm wrong ...
I turned to my right and walked away as possible, while behind the screaming women announced that a tragedy was taking place.

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Nemorense @ 2011-01-07T11: 16:00

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