The bitching stopped when Fitri started her shift.
Covered in a hijab, her eyes were green.
Natural or lenses, I asked.
Contact lenses, she says.
Because I like green.
Black with a bit of brown.
The bitching stopped.
I got my free coffee.
But her eyes were just mesmerizing me.
She deserved a compliment, for going the long distance to look attractive for customers.
I’d make a comment, she’s worthy of employee of the month.
I’d need to log onto My Mc Donald’s first.
So far I’ve tallied up three free coffees.
Feedback comes at a price, I told the managers.
They weren’t sure if I was sent from headquarters in Houston.
My accent sounded convincing enough.
I even had a stopwatch, to time how long it took for my burger and fries to be delivered. Then I made a voice note on my phone, ‘FAF, ten out of ten.’ Then I added another F.
Fast, Attentive and Friendly. The last F was for Fresh.
Man, they must have thought I was sent from the States to monitor them.
I wasn’t going to convince them otherwise. It pays to have a bit of mystique about you when a free coffee is concerned.