Every morning when I walk into the office, our Tea Boy, Prasanth, brings a fresh cup of black coffee in a gorgeous china cup and saucer, and a glass of water in crystal to my desk. When I've finished them he collects the dishes and brings a second cup of coffee. And he'll keep bringing coffee until I say calf-rope. He knows that after lunch I enjoy a cup of arabic tea, and that when I'm on the phone not to distract me. He knows when I have guests to use the Texas A&M at Qatar china, and to include cream and sugar.
This service shocks some, and makes others mad. Most are simply uncomfortable with the inequity of the arrangement. I have decided not to deny the force of hundreds of years of British influence, and go with it. I think, in fact, that I could get quite used to it. Keep calm and carry on. Pip pip.
Could you ask Prashanth to bring down some more me? Anything is fine..... as long as it is in a paper cup.. *grin*
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