I feel like it's probably time for me to start blogging again. I told myself I have to document this moment since it first happened, but I keep forgetting to. So now while I can still remember, I will do it, even though it is 3.30 in the morning.
So one nice Saturday while at work, in comes this Caucasian guy with his Filipino looking girlfriend and he was super tall, wearing a vintage maroon dress suit. He ordered what most Caucasian people order when they come to the store, a double espresso. It was only me and Kelly in the bar at the time he came in, an no offence, but Kelly cannot make good espresso shots. So I told her that I was gonna pull the espresso when I'm done with the transaction. I don't know, I might be wrong but I think Caucasians drink a lot of espressos so they could tell the difference between a good one and a bad one. With that in mind, I carefully made my shot because it would be so so SO embarrassing if it wasn't perfect. It was done, I poured them into a little cup and served it. I told him, like how I tell all my customers, that if he had any feedback, he could feel free to come and let me know. He took it, said thanks, and went on with his business while I went on with mine.
A short while later, he came back to the serving counter. Kelly was there. She asked him if he needed anything else, he said he wanted to give a feedback. My immediate thought was "Oh gosh, he's gonna complain about how bad it tasted and it's gonna be so embarrassing cause I'm the one making it. blablablabla." And he said it was perfect and it tasted amazing. I'm like WHHHAATT? I was flabbergasted. Literally, I couldn't find my words. No one has complimented my espressos,ever and he did. I cannot think, my brain wasn't functioning and my tongue was all twisted. I finally said thank you seconds after being in that state of shock. He said it was so good, he came back for more. This time just a single shot. Another double will make him all twitchy. So I made the shot the second time around, this time a single. And it also tasted perfect.
It was probably the best compliment I've ever gotten in my life about my coffee skills. After he left, I was on cloud 9. Kelly too. But hers was more about his looks. Looks like all the training and practicing finally paid off. My superiors should be proud of me, even though I didn't tell them instead Kelly was going on about his looks. I sure am proud of myself. Nothing beats getting the credits of worth on my honed skills. More to come, more to come. :)
