Coffee Shop Decorations
It was in Costa Coffee that they once told me how as soon as Halloween is over, even before Guy Fawkes night occurs, Christmas begins. And so it was that I found them cracking out the festive takeaway cups again whilst, to accompany my drink through the large goldfish bowl windows, some wino with fancy trainers was quietly sleeping on a bench outside. The very spirit of Christmas, I thought… for the beginning of November.
A couple of weeks later in Costa I had to admit that, even though it was still November, I was totally underwhelmed by their Christmas decorations consisting, as they did, of two shelf ends of cotton wool icicles, one string of bunting, and a small sign behind the counter which read: “Merry Christmas”.
I was told that their budget to decorate the shop was just ten pounds.
I couldn’t raise an eyebrow too high, though, because the only decorations that would appear at home that year, in the house of cats that had put the kybosh on trees and cards, were just three illuminated garden baubles hanging off the cat shed outside.
The spirit of Scrooge lived on.
Unfortunately for us residents of Costa Coffee they had found the budget to fix the pointless light which was right by where I have to sit now, there being very few small tables available after the refit, because who really wants to share peripheral vision and play elbow hockey with a giant naked light bulb the size of your head? I had actually thought, previously, that someone had probably done it in intentionally.
It wasn’t so long ago that a barista had let slip the talk of the staff room, about how they kept mysteriously finding red hair, clumped together in fur balls, which regularity appeared behind this lamp. It left them wondering what was going on. As this occurred most days, I was told, I suggested that they were probably being haunted and that these manifestations were like ectoplasm from an ethereal realm.
That evening I remembered to check for myself, before I went home, and peering behind the giant naked light bulb with trepidation I found the advertising card stuffed with ginger hair. I got to thinking that if the staff collected enough of it, in an effort to bolster their paltry decorations, then maybe one of them could fashion some homemade tinsel out of it instead.