Wise words from a wise guy.
Gosh (yes, that’s his name) is the coffee barista at Flat Mountain Roasters and he’s been nominated by Cosmopolitan South Africa as one of South Africa’s Hottest Baristas. As you can tell from his words, he’s as great on the inside as he is outside. Do us a favour and head over here and vote for him by typing in “Gosh” under the candidate section. All votes appreciated.
We were cramped up in the kitchen at work – where I overhear a plethora of conversations on a daily basis. Surprisingly this is the first one I’ve actually documented. Probably because it perfectly articulated what I’ve been feeling of late. How is it that work does this to you? Or is it just a case of getting older? Either way, I’m determined not to let it be a permanent thing. Life’s too short for that.
Ah man, it was just the kind of humour I needed on a six hour train ride. The son had reached peak ADD levels and the father had clearly had enough. It was a surprisingly effective parenting/threatening technique.
The disbelief was palpable. Luckily they turned out to be biscuits.
We hear it all the time. And we stop there, blocking off our minds to the possibility of comparison. But trust Google, they actually made it possible.
She spoke in a hushed tone. This was clearly a very serious matter.
I suddenly imagined Colonel Mustard…Kitchen…Boerewors as his weapon.
Oh dear, I thought to myself. Not only were we standing in a lift, but last night was a particularly sock-essential kind of night.