Monday morning, 9am, first thing: I rush to get a cup of coffee. I’ve counted last week I drank between 30 and 35 coffees. This week I decided to start it fresh and keep a low consumption of caffeine for now on. So, I walk up the third floor with my oh so lovely Microsoft mug, start boiling some water and get a tea sachet. A minute later comes a man. To be honest I don’t recall neither is face nor remember how he looks like. I just noticed that he froze looking at the coffee machine. The screen showed a blinking “Fill up beans”. At this point, the bloke looks at me and points me the cupboard, where coffee beans are stored, without pronouncing a single word. He then leaves. Right, I didn’t want to be rude or anything, so I didn’t stated I was waiting for the boiling water. Instead, I execute the procedure: Get the coffee beans box and start opening it with scissors. Meanwhile, a woman comes and pushes me to access a drawer. Of course she didn’t open her mouth neither. I fill up the beans box and as soon as I finish the guy magically reappears, puts his mug in the machine, pushes the button, gets his coffee and leaves. My water wasn’t boiling yet. I stayed there 5 more minutes astonished by how stupid I was feeling.
My first reaction is: I dare anyone to bring me a proof that Icelanders have a slight idea of what politeness or manners means…
