Over the years, small manias build up and you end up becoming a manic person. Or that’s what you’re led to believe in those bars, restaurants and other open food and drink centers where it’s not possible to order just the amount of beer you want. It seems mission impossible to be served a small glass (less than a quinto, which seems to be the minimum measure), when you order draft beer and, therefore, the tap can be turned off at will. There is no way, even if you clarify that you will pay the minimum established before, in the best of cases and worst of all, they remind you to ask for what you ask for and you will have to pay the marked price.
I like beer in the summer, but I only appreciate the first two or three sips, the rest is left over. Of course, I could leave it in the glass, but I don’t quite understand how difficult it is to serve only the requested amount. It is not the same with the thousand and one varieties of drinking coffee: short, black, long, American, decaffeinated, cut, with whole milk, skimmed, soy, oat; in cup, in cane glass; to take on site or to take away. No matter what you order they don’t look at you as badly as if you order a mini beer. Although, ever since a waiter once explained to me that, in the absence of the requested product, they served whatever it was and the customer didn’t even notice, I’m beginning to think that the more primmired you are with the order, the more they take your hair
That’s why I never drink coffee in a public establishment after noon, lest they sneak caffeine into me and then I struggle to sleep tangled in my worries, not suspecting that, this time, the one who tricked me was a waiter who cares about a radish.
Maybe that’s why, in addition to being a maniac, I’m a person with dog-like loyalty to hospitality establishments where, over the years, we’ve already sized each other up. Those where you sit, already serve you a glass of cider with your little beer; those who don’t place bread and olives on you because they know you’re one of those who don’t let any temptation pass you by and, moreover, you skip your own rules when there’s trust.
