I have a Nespresso machine... that alone is a warning sign to overspending.
I needed capsules.
I visit the Champs Élysées branch.
As usual, and like every Nespresso branch, it is PACKED.
Fuck!
Saturday afternoon
Obviously.
But nevermind, the glass is at least always half full, and i have Time, and so i decide to make use of the customary Nespresso custumer service and sit at the bar and order an Expresso.
"Sir, unlike other Nespresso branches, we charge coffees here."
Silly me answers "no prob."
4 fucking euros
Ok, there's the little chocolate on it's little support, the glass of mineral water...
Fuck off
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