Kicking out two people before 7 AM? You know it’s gonna be a good day.
Sometimes, the rain drops smack into their buckets in time with the radio.
Guy: Can I have change for a 20?
Guy: Aw, you’re so nice. And beautiful! You’re beautiful too!
Me: Please… don’t call me that.
Guy: Why? You don’t feel beautiful in the morning?
Me: No, I just don’t like anybody but my husband to call me that.
Guy: If you have problems with mornings there is this invigorating body scrub. Great for the mornings!
Me: Please… please… just don’t.
10 degrees with a windchill of -7 means that today I won’t ask people to leave… I’ll ask them to squish.
Please don’t buy a cookie for the cute little girl who is hanging around my counter.
What you see is a cute little girl all by herself who gets only a free ice water. What you don’t see is that she will come back every day for at least two weeks and hang around the counter some more, hoping for more free cookies. She is not hungry- she comes here frequently and buys her own cookies (or fruit salad) with her own money. A free cookie will not help her in the least.
If you want to help this little girl (or the person you perceive her to be), donate books to her pitiful city public school library. Donate to the food pantry. Give your children’s old coats to a coat drive. Help the local the homeless women and children’s shelter. Volunteer your time at the Boys and Girls club. Yeah, those things are a lot harder than buying a cookie for a cute little girl, but they’re also a lot more helpful.
Do you really want her to grow up thinking that if she’s just cute enough and sad enough and helpless enough, strangers will buy her cookies?
Had to give the, “I’m sorry but because we’re so busy I’m going to ask that you either buy something or leave,” speech to seven tables today. Seven tables!
Friday, sunny, and payday? A coffee shop’s perfect storm.
This guy orders a caramel latte about 3 times a week.
He may be one of the thinnest people I’ve ever seen.
We’re supposed to make every latte with 2% milk.
I always make his latte with whole milk.
What I said: “Excuse me, sir! You can’t smoke right in front of our door!”
What I meant: “It’s freaking everybody out that you’re dancing wildly to music nobody else can hear. You’re not even wearing headphones. I think it might scare people away. Please dance further down the sidewalk, away from our front door.”
Man: I’ll have the “Crazy Jamaican” coffee, even though that’s racist.
Me: You read it wrong. It’s actually called “Jamaican me crazy,” because the flavor is inspired by Jamaica- chocolate buttered rum. So it’s a cute play on words. It’s not racist.
Man: (looks at sign again) Oh.
Come on, buddy. Like we’d serve racist coffee.
Sometimes my husband visits me at work. Here’s a conversation from today:
Me: You see that guy out there? The big one with the cigarette who’s dancing and singing to himself? That’s the guy who calls you The Incredible Hulk.
Husband: Okay I’m leaving now.