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Chez Laurence

Allison

My feelings for Starbucks are ambiguous. On one hand their cappuccino is better than the one I buy at Chez Laurence, a bistro around the corner.
On the other hand I don’t like to give my name while ordering a cappuccino. It’s not that I mind hearing the barista shouting “tall cappuccino for Allison” – it’s just an important privilege that you are able to order your cappuccino completely anonymous.
Also I have to disclose that I invested some money in Starbucks this summer. Shortly after the stock dropped twenty percent, which is a good sign. It means that I’m happy in love.
But Sunday’s Chez Laurence is closed, so I walk to Starbucks, on Sunday’s it’s seldom crowded and therefore I can order my cappuccino without having to think about my or any other name.
These are the small pleasures in life that keep suicide away.


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Like you, if obliged, I would call myself by all different phoney names: Arno Goering, Danny de Buck, Freddy Lurpe, Aleister Crowley, Wladimir Broukov, Elu Sivian Dutchman, Sylvio Kierwitzky, Jan Thys and so on. Have fun, sometimes I consider this small annoyances a major pleasure of life. Sometimes.

I like to change my professions. Sometimes I'm a medschool student (which i once was), sometimes i'm an airplane engineer, an actor, a handmodel, a scientist for curing cancer, but most often i'm a bum.
Giving names in Starbucks, I don't see the logic in that, at the MediaMarket you have to give your zipcode, but that's to see where they should build a new MM.
What a brilliant idea!
next time I want to kill myself because of my total idiotic behaviour on saturdaynight I will go to Starbucks on sunday instead!
Arnon,
Allison is a beautyful name. it suits you.
Jan Thys
The barista only insists on your first name.
And besides that, there is something appealing about Chez Laurence.
Sometimes, like my idol Fozzy Bear, I am the only one who laughs with my stupid jokes. You can throw me some tomatoes, no problem. I ‘m not afraid, I will keep on liking you.
Now for my life time obsession: Adolf Hitler. I think old Norman Mailer not only read Harry Potter but finally worked himself thru The Lord Of The Rings and Silmarillion, by Tolkien, for his new book. The smell of his mustard is penetrating. Allow me my modest contribution. Keep on trucking