“Hi, honey. So, what are we having?” asks Kelsey. I don’t think she knows him—or has even seen him before—but she “honeys” pretty much everybody. “Eh, hmm, eh. Can I have an espresso, please?” For a second Kelsey is quiet—she is at a loss for words. Then she rolls her eyes around the room and bursts out laughing. “Espresso? ESPRESSO? Do we have—tell me—do we look like we have espresso?” Now everybody is laughing. Including the manager in the corner. The guy in the suit blushes. In any other establishment, I guess this would have been regarded as an extremely rude response, and cause for dismissal, or at least a … Continue reading Rune Froseth