So today I’m breaking up with my coffee place.
It’s been a long time coming, and to be honest I’ve let things go on much longer than I should have. Perhaps it’s because my last coffee break-up was a somewhat painful experience, that I’ve been unknowingly delaying the inevitable.
Last time things ended with awkward looks from my former barista as I waited nearby at a competitor’s cafe. There were uncomfortable moments filled with quickly averted eyes as we passed each other in the street and pretended not to notice … But eventually I got used to just enjoying a delicious hot cup of coffee at my new place, and not having to wait 20 minutes for it to arrive. Time fixes most things, even old coffee wounds.
Things were great at my new coffee place … that was, until they weren’t. The coffee experience has been on a steady decline, and recently things have become noticeably worse – there’s the service which has become lazily familiar rather than friendly and efficient, and the coffee which has been OK, if not a little on the cool side … (and I do love a seriously hot coffee).
When things got really bad, my heart would turn nostalgic and I’d return to my original coffee place. Enough time had passed for the awkwardness to have dissipated and for me to be curious about the coffee. Even though I hadn’t ordered coffee from him in over a year, the barista still remembered my name and my order. If it wasn’t for the ridiculously long queues which trail out the door each day, I probably would have returned there on a daily basis. The thing about running into a fondly remembered ex is that it highlights all the things you’ve been missing. Once this realisation is made, you know it’s time for you to stop making excuses and just move on.
So I’ve been flirting with a few new establishments over the last few weeks … and I think I’ve found one that will do just fine. At least for the moment. The coffee is hot, made quickly and efficiently, and of course it tastes great too.
And so my frequency card has been stamped for the final time, never to be replaced. We’ve shared our final coffee together. Today is all about making a new coffee beginning. I hope this relationship turns out to be ‘the one’, as my heart is growing tired of the coffee chase … How have you handled breaking up with your cafe? Do you try to stay friends with your coffee ex?