This morning, after a routine walk, I stumbled upon a bright and interesting coffee stall located in Ps. Modern Paramount Serpong.
Looking at the menu, I simply ordered Americano.
Here’s the picture of the artsy coffee, a poetry in motion with almost phoenix-like bird silhouette (Kudos to the barista!)
While sipping the coffee, I happened to hear a conversation between Engkoh2 sitting next to me with the so-called waitress-cum-barista, highlighting their recent hearsay regarding a mysterious case of “stolen Americano” from the common fridge typically used by the sellers and tenants to store their collectible and whatnot items.
In a most caricatural way, the Engkoh2 bantered with the waitress regarding the case, with outbourst of laughters and hiccups, leaving some traces of Pseudobulbar affect.
And here’s the poetry making of the said case to capture my imaginary landscape on such a lively exchange of subtle meanings of “who·dun·it” between the seller and the customer:
[ChatGPT poetry making version with a slight moderation to emphasize the lively nature of the witty banter]
“The Great Americano Scandal”
In the fridge, it sat, so dark and bold,
An unclaimed cup, both hot and cold.
The bossy Master of Disguise, coffee in hand,
Declared his territory, took his stand.
“My Americano! Who dared to sip?”
He scowled, as his ego began to drip.
“You cross my line, you break my trust—
Respect my brew, it’s a must!”
The sellers looked up, confused and bemused,
Who touched his cup? They all refused.
“For it was unlabelled,” one dared to say,
“But now we’re all suspects, come what may.”
“Boundaries, people! Know your place!”
He texted with fury, red in the face.
“This sacred cup is mine alone,
Don’t touch what’s not yours, or you’ll atone.”
In WhatsApp, his message made rounds,
A rant that echoed with empty sounds.
But all could see what he forgot—
It’s just some coffee, not a sacred plot!
Next time, dear Master of Disguise, label it clear,
And no one will touch your treasured gear.
For in this world of Agora’s talk,
A cup unmarked invites a gawk!
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The supplement of context: This version shifts the focus but maintains the satirical tone and playfully criticizing the overreaction to such a small issue.
