I was going to devote a short post to Cafe2U- man and this brilliant franchise idea. This is because the coffee man missed several days in a row and we are afraid that he has stopped loving us.
It is not the girl in the picture that is Duncan.
As long as it did this happened: like a mockingbird for adults, some time between 11:30 and 13:30 each day rolled the little red van into ; our car with the horn "La Cucaracha" started. Let's start immediately all offices slaves to jot off their boards and running with little fond exclamations down the stairs. "What do you want?" We ask each other. "Today, I want a sandwich and coffee," says we are intimate with each other. Well down turn we are dumb and just stare at this store that hangs in the side door opening. Fresh fruit. Chocolate bars. Sandwiches. Chips. Salad. Pies and pasties that you either can take up and MICR himself or ask Duncan heat in the car's tiny oven. The rear doors open to an industrial espresso machine that makes real coffee.
Imagine how smart this'm in a time when nearly all offices on the outskirts of town in the industrial parks. No corner shop no restaurants - we are too few to pay us as a basis for a stationary cafe. But if we share the barista with the second office complex, then we have enough to become a client base. The whole thing is a franchise as a car, suppliers and logistics chain is already in place. Perfect job for those who like to drive, meet people and want to control their working hours.
Duncan need not even be with sniper customers, unlike others in the service industry, because we are so damn grateful that he will we show our Baa stable upbringing. If someone snub him or complain, he can only give a shit to come here more.
Duncan, came back. If someone has been unkind to you, then say just who we'll take him in the ear!
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