Who would have thought it would become a major event, like no other, in search of a milk
frother. For those of you who don't have a clue what I'm talking about: it's a battery-powered gizmo you stick in your mug of warm milk. Turn it on and a little whisk spins to create sweet foam. Pretty simple. Call me fussy. Shit - call me whatever the hell you want. I have no idea who you are. The point I'm poorly making is that I like my coffee to have foam. Not a lot of foam mind you. I don't want a party in it. I just like it smooth. Which I would like to mention seems to be beyond most coffee
baristas in the known world. Correct me if I'm wrong but I think you know what I'm talking about. You ask for a flat white and you get a mountain of sewage-style foam spilling over the edge of your somewhat lame excuse for a coffee. Does flat not mean "flat" (
wikipedia if you're struggling with that one). Anyway, to buy a coffee can be a disappointment not to mention an expense. Hell I was sucked into paying 7 dollars for what I was lead to believe would be an orgasm in a cup. The only spasm I experienced was trying to
justify opening my wallet. Thankfully it was not too bad an experience.
Back to the coffee
frother. Did I mention I wanted a red one? Well I wanted a red one and it has nothing to do with going faster - dumb-arse. I'm trying to collect shit that actually matches colour. Another story. Looking for said device required car travel. Unfortunately there is nothing within walking distance. Well not close enough for me to be arsed walking anyway. And have you seen petrol prices?! Suppose I should have at least biked. Well I was in a hurry so the bike was out of the question. I visited the obvious department stores thinking this would be my be my best bet. O no! Don't be ridiculous. I got these
spasticated looks from the staff trying to understand what I was talking about. I use the term "
spasticated" to merely describe the visual side of my experience and am in no way referencing any form of mental state. I did however get educated on the pros of your modern-day milkshake maker and "stick beater". Hours had passed and I tell you I really needed a coffee. I think I failed to mention earlier that I make coffee at home with one of those little Italian-style stove-top
percolators. Brilliant invention.
In a last-ditch attempt I went to a store that sells mostly furniture and clothes. I asked at the information desk whether they had what I was looking for. They actually knew what I was talking about!! But unfortunately they hadn't seen anything like that for some time. "People tend to buy coffee these days".
Arghhh! Then a lovely older woman said she thought she had seen some somewhere. I wasn't about to hold my breath for her memory to kick back in. But to my astonishment she brought out a box with a load of them! And they were RED!!! Holy shit! Can you believe that. So I bought two. I wasn't prepared to go through all that crap again any time soon. Lucky I did 'cause one of the bloody things didn't work properly!
Well I had my coffee (which I made a bloody terrible job of) and resided to the fact that the world is still far from right when you can't even make yourself a decent cup.
To all those coffee
connoisseurs who think they know better.....Stick You!!