Overheard at Chipperfield's ... part XXIII ...

(Subtitled: Getting Desperate for a Decent Cup of Coffee !!)

Kriss answered the phone when it rang; "Chipperfield's Coffee Company, how may I help you?"

"Do you do delivery?" asked the voice on the other end.

Kriss glanced at the number on the handset, it wasn't an area code, nor a number she recognized, "Umm," she hesitated slightly, "we don't usually, but under special circumstances, we possibly could."

"Oh," the voice brightened, "this is a very special circumstance." The speaker paused for a moment before continuing, "I'm dying for a good cup of coffee. I haven't had a really good cup of coffee for almost three weeks."

"Okay?" offered Kriss as more of a question rather then an answer, "Where abouts are you?"

"In BC," came the reply, "on English Beach watching the boats, the scenery and the beautiful vista that is the North Shore ..."

"Are you serious," Kriss voice bordered on a screech, "you're calling me from BC to order a cup of coffee?"

"Yes," came the quick reply, followed by laughter, "There is a Star---ks on almost every corner and more organic and Fair Trade places then you can shake a stick at. But you can't get a decent cup of coffee anywhere ..."

"Are you serious?" repeated Kriss now laughing.

"Yes," came the reply again, and again followed by laughter, "I would give my right arm for a cup of Chipperfield Coffee right about now," offered the caller, "The only thing that would make this moment in the sun on the west coast watching the scenery on the beach, would be a cup of Chipperfield's Coffee. The dark roast preferably."

"Well, I suppose we COULD deliver," answered Kriss cheerily, "if you were willing to spring for a plane ticket to Vancouver..."

"Hang on, I'll get out my credit card ..."