I have found my dream job, or more like the perfect
semi-retirement. I want to run this café, In fact, I want to be Sam. He’s the
one in the Hawaiian shirt and the central parting and his morning seems to
consist of turning up, perhaps taking an order or two, wheeling a few deals on
his mobile to and then settling down to do what looks like a correspondence
course in café management, although it may just be a puzzle book. Either way it
keeps him occupied. He looks like the Nelson Gabriel of Narooma.
So it is just as well that the ladies around him do all the
work to keep the café running. Which they do pretty well as the food is great,
with Mexican corn cakes and salsa for breakfast (while Sally had a bacon and
egg roll), a picture perfect view over the lake, plus their own jetty, and the
walls covered in all sorts of colourful, funky paraphernalia that presumably
Sam collected on his world travels, before he decided to settle down.
But let’s be fair, it was Sam’s vision that pulled this all
together and made it the “must visit” café that it has become. After all that work
he deserves a rest and that’s what he now gets, every day of the year.
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