Calling All COYOTES

I’ll miss… Costa.

I’m gonna miss it. I’ll miss coming home and stinking of coffee, so much so that my sister - a coffee addict - was more kean to hug me so she could sniff me. I’ll miss getting coffee grind well and truly WEDGED under my finger nails and me cursing it trying to get it out with the nail brush. I’ll miss all the banter with my team mates, and all the laughs we had and how silly and unprofessional we were behind the scenes. I’ll miss the cheeky customers calling me trouble, and old Joe with his cheeky morning flirting and Decker making my afternoon just that little bit better with his tales of the day. I’ll miss Phil, managing to find me no matter where I’ve worked, and I’ll miss cheeky Kym and his awesome sunglasses he wears like Horacio Kane from CIA Miami. I’ll miss lazy “Massimo 3 shot” man, and I’ll never forget the day Mr “single espresso *throws money at and walks away like a dick”* was nice to me the week before he passed away. I’ll miss that dude who used to sponge off our WiFi without buying anything and his crazy Italian girlfriend who went to morocco without him. I’ll miss “the dude” or the funny Scottish chap who came in and was just such a laugh. I’ll miss the EXCEPTIONALLY cheeky other Scottish dude who always said something rude to me but never meant it with any harm, and I’ll even miss that creepy guy who took one hell of a shine to me because I made him laugh once. I’ll miss Keith from Beartown radio and his “HUMONGOUS mocha and HUMONGOUS bourbon, please.” and all the old guys who came in the mornings ALL having a medium Americano with hot skimmed milk. Hell, I’ll even miss David even though he was an ABSOLUTE PAINNN in the arse to serve a Cortado to and to talk to first thing in the morning, but since he’s decided to develop a “crush” on me at least he was ”pleasant” if it was me on the till. I’ll miss all the regulars and being a part in their daily routines, and I’ll miss the deceptively grumpy Howard who comes in and has two different drinks for the day because his doctor told him he drank too much coffee. I’ll miss the girls from Clintons coming in and taking the Mickey out of Alex, and I’ll miss Joey coming in hungover NEARLY every Saturday and wishing he didn’t have to work. I’ll miss making the drinks and people telling me how nice they were, and I’ll miss all the old folk wanting to kidnap me so I could clean their houses. I’ll miss Ella and Monty coming in after school and turning the place into a playground, and I’ll miss their nan who used to bring them. I’ll miss the gent with the black and golden labradour guilddogs and his misses who always had a smile on her face. I’ll miss Karen giving all the customers cheek and her sticking up for me, and I’ll miss Beccy’s tantrums and Emma’s infectious laugh. I’ll miss Abbie B with her rude questions, and Abbie K being a bit gullable and just laughing with her cause we didn’t know what was going on. I’ll miss Liz treating me like family and Leanne’s poker face every Saturday. And last but not least, I’ll miss that grumpy SOAB Alex, cause even though he barely talked to me and if he did he wasn’t that nice, he gave me the job and all the opportunities that came with it, he taught me to stand up for myself and just ask for shit regardless of the outcome, he taught me that practise does make perfect and that patience is a MASSIVE vertue.

So here’s to you, my beloved Costa Coffee Congleton. I’ve loved every second I’ve spent learning from you, and hope that one day I may return, and you be just as lovely as I remember. Thanks Costa, I owe you one. ♡

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