Coffee Fix

 

“Good afternoon guys, whoops I mean evening… Is it happy hour already? … Hows your day been? ”

Really good thank you…  It was – wasn’t it honey… what was that place called we went to for lunch? Fran something – Francesca’s wasn’t it? Yeah I think so  … We had those polenta fries – they were good – nah I didn’t like them – you said you did – yeah I know but I don’t really like polenta – would have preferred some fries instead….

This conversation went on for a while between the couple at the bar along with the next one of – What shall we have for tea? We’re really knackered they said, it’s been a long day…

“hey, why don’t you pull up a couple of chairs, you can keep me company while I whizz something up for dinner. Besides the bar needs propping up and you can help make my happy hour, even happier…” “… So what else have you been doing on holiday?”

The next day…

I’m busy making coffee and poached eggs when I see them walking upstairs for their sales meeting. – “Good Morning you two… ” – Morning, they said, we’ll see you soon…

Some time later…

I’m at the bar, turn around and they’re standing there – so quiet I hadn’t even heard them walk up. She’s standing there looking down at the bar – tears streaming down her face – he’s looking out the window – panic and fear written all over it…

The coffee…

So I worked for a resort, part of an international time share brand, and this is what they would do – sell time, and/or holidays to people. My job was to talk to them on holiday while I served food and drinks – and to listen, chat – you get the idea… and I loved it.

But every now and then, I would encounter this kind of experience and it’s heartbreaking.

They sat down, we started talking, I listened to them, their story – it wasn’t for me to judge them, time-share or not, everyone does what suits them and I respect that… so we talked more – turns out he’s a prison guard, has been for years – getting close to retirement and trying to contemplate what he’s going to do next – post traumatic stress knocking on the door, he’s had an incredible life – stressful sometimes too I imagine… She’s a teacher, worked for years, loves her job but just a bit bogged down in all the paperwork and all. They’ve just finished putting a large extension on their home and they’ve come on holiday to recharge…

Long story short…

And then the asked me – What shall we do? We don’t know what to do. We’ve signed our pension away to buy all this time to holiday but we’re going to end up not being able to go anywhere…

(Omg Omg Omg – I’m thinking. What am I gonna say – these people are my friends – yet I’m working here too. Shit Shit Shit…)

“Well you know what”  I said, “It’s not for me to answer that, but all I can say is…  Listen to your Heart – you’ll know”…

I’ll leave it there – sure you can figure out how this story ended…

Ecstatically I can say – They had an awesome holiday, we had a good laugh, some great conversations – over coffee of course.

Karina x

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