This happened a while ago, but had another one of these brownies today so it brought back the memory.
Bg/ there used to be an awesome large book store chain where I lived, that suffered complete losses and so had to close down. There was a rather awesome little coffee store inside where the workers and I had an understanding, they made my hot coco with more chocolate than normal, I tipped them more than I paid for the price of the coco. *I'm a chocoholic. The barristas and handlebar mustache guy were fantastic there* they also sold brownies, of a rather fattening but delicious nature. end bg/
Me:
HMG: Handlebar mustache guy. Coffee & Coco maker, also attempting to get into the handlebar M. society before he hit 26.
B: The other barrista who was manning the cash register at the time.
SC:
I had ordered a butterfinger & chocolate brownie, basically a chocolate brownie with crushed butterfinger mixed in, and a layer of melted chocolate at the bottom along with the hot chocolate, and had gone over to read the book I had bought. I look up a few moment's later to find B blinking at the pickup counter, where there was my loaded hot coco, but not the brownie. Since the brownie had only had to be warmed, they tended to wait until the last moment to put it out. I go up to find out what's going on.
B: "Umm... did you pick up your brownie?"
HMG: "No... I just put out her hot coco a minute ago..."
We look around to see the only other person in the Cafe area eating the brownie with a look of intense pleasure.
HMG: *to SC* "hey, did you order a brownie?"
SC: "No, I ordered a rice crispy bar and a coffee."
HMG: "That's not a Rice crispy bar"
SC: "I know. This looked a lot better though. She can have my Rice crispy bar" *takes another bite*
A note. These are 4$ brownies, Rice crispy bars are 2$, so it isn't a fair trade by any standing
HMG: "That was the last brownie..." *looks incredibly apologetic*
Me: "It's okay, it isn't your fault... I'll take the Rice crispy bar... I guess... *really wanted brownie*"
HMG: "I'm going to go grab you something for a free brownie next time..."
Bg/ there used to be an awesome large book store chain where I lived, that suffered complete losses and so had to close down. There was a rather awesome little coffee store inside where the workers and I had an understanding, they made my hot coco with more chocolate than normal, I tipped them more than I paid for the price of the coco. *I'm a chocoholic. The barristas and handlebar mustache guy were fantastic there* they also sold brownies, of a rather fattening but delicious nature. end bg/
Me:
HMG: Handlebar mustache guy. Coffee & Coco maker, also attempting to get into the handlebar M. society before he hit 26.
B: The other barrista who was manning the cash register at the time.
SC:
I had ordered a butterfinger & chocolate brownie, basically a chocolate brownie with crushed butterfinger mixed in, and a layer of melted chocolate at the bottom along with the hot chocolate, and had gone over to read the book I had bought. I look up a few moment's later to find B blinking at the pickup counter, where there was my loaded hot coco, but not the brownie. Since the brownie had only had to be warmed, they tended to wait until the last moment to put it out. I go up to find out what's going on.
B: "Umm... did you pick up your brownie?"
HMG: "No... I just put out her hot coco a minute ago..."
We look around to see the only other person in the Cafe area eating the brownie with a look of intense pleasure.
HMG: *to SC* "hey, did you order a brownie?"
SC: "No, I ordered a rice crispy bar and a coffee."
HMG: "That's not a Rice crispy bar"
SC: "I know. This looked a lot better though. She can have my Rice crispy bar" *takes another bite*
A note. These are 4$ brownies, Rice crispy bars are 2$, so it isn't a fair trade by any standing
HMG: "That was the last brownie..." *looks incredibly apologetic*
Me: "It's okay, it isn't your fault... I'll take the Rice crispy bar... I guess... *really wanted brownie*"
HMG: "I'm going to go grab you something for a free brownie next time..."
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