Any more abuse and I go postal

3 January – Well, no flats in the morning but a whole heap of verbal abuse from the morning Farrer barista – a righteous wanker in every regard – justifies giving us awful service because we get a slight discount on our coffee.  It will not be stood for, this treatment.  Apparently you shouldn’t question the fact why he will put sugar in every coffee (to those who request it) unless you are a bicycle courier.  It’s got to be more of an effort to differentiate between the civilian and the courier coffees than is saved by shirking his duty.  Despite it never really being very busy there were great swathes of continuous riding,  none of it terribly profitable but moving was the important thing.  Had to get a bit creative in my routing in the afternoon but managed to incorporate a pickup of my phone from the wastrel who found it at the festival – had spoken to him the previous day but then he went and left his phone in the van so I couldn’t get in touch with him.  What kind of person leaves his phone in the phone?  Leaving it at a festival is one thing but that’s just ridiculous.  Mittwoch means cheap beer and cheap pizza and cheap entertainment in the depths of Surrey Hills so I got a bunch of all of it – was harassed by someone who had a really, really, really good time at Peats Ridge (it wasn’t a festival, it was a BESTival ... glurgh) ... Words have been spoken, lines have been drawn, smoke has been inhaled but more to come on that front.