MARKUS VENUTI | Culture | CONTACT
A Betoota waiter and local party legend Jason Ivy was reported to have made a
considered attempt to hide his disgust and frustration as a table of four, sitting
outside on a busy Sunday morning at their local cafe called to him for the third time
to change their order.
“Can we just change one of those coffees, darrrrrrrrrling” asks a white haired baby boomer who probably works as an art dealer.
“Oh and the beans. Oh Janice you need to try the beans. Darling can we replace all of the eggs with beans. Actually maybe half eggs half beans. So probably make the eggs scrambled? But can you do that without milk?
As Jason’s serotonin levels hit an all time low and the taste of vomit lingered in his
mouth, he did his best to smile and try to relive the mad times he was having just
hours earlier at his mate’s warehouse party but a few streets down the road.
‘So now we’re having two soy chais, a strong short black and a ristretto? Hope
that’s your final decision guys!’ Said Jason, trying his best to sound jovial, as he
calculated how long he had before he could nip out the back for a rollie and a quick
bump to keep him going.
