There's just something terrifically appealing about hot chocolate. Today, my doorman and I received Starbucks from one of our residents. Ennio got a chai, while I was given a hot chocolate with whipped cream. The whipped cream had melted into the hot chocolate, and the result was positively dreamy. Yum!
At the building where I work, there's a no-tipping policy in place. "It's all part of the service," is our mantra, and for the most part, it works. Many of the residents, since they're not allowed to give us tips, often bring us food and drink. When somebody gives you a tip for doing something, it can feel rather pro forma; when somebody feeds you, on the other hand, you feel appreciated. I like that.
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