Remember “Daniel” from this post? Here’s his latest facebook update:

A customer asked me, “why is everyone homeless and crazy-town in here?” What I should have said was nothing. What I did say was, “because you can’t gentrify the world, yuppie.”

I’m thankful for…

My job makes me thankful for things that I used to take for granted. Here are a few:


*My school bus picked me up at my house. And it was a good school district so I didn’t have to travel far.

*I have a shower and a bathroom at my house and I never have to ask if I can use the key.

*I can afford more than coffee for lunch.

*My husband is loving- I have never had to borrow a phone to call the police because I’m scared for my safety.

*I have never had to get businesses to sign a form saying that I asked for a job application.

*My parents taught me manners.

*Whenever I swipe my card there is money on it.

*My boss doesn’t make me buy him asinine drinks every single day and call him if they’re out of his favorite pastries.

*I don’t have to wear a uniform or apron.

*I am only addicted to coffee.

*I don’t work the night shift.

*Not only do I have a job, it’s a job that I love.


Happy Thanksgiving, blog-o-sphere!

List of people who are not allowed back:

This is the Short-List of people who are not allowed back in the store:

The guy with the baseball bat for a cane.

The guy with three pigtails. (“Three-pigtail,” we call him)

The sweatpants guy with the braided beard who rants about the crossing guard.

The platinum-blonde lady who tried to pass off a fake 50.

The guy who hugs everybody. (Although he’s very nice. It just weirds out all the people who don’t know him. Which is everybody.)

The guy who looks in the windows all the time. (Even though he’s “a lawyer from Washington, DC,” so he’s “allowed to do things that other people aren’t.”)

The tall guy who stole my tips.

The lady who has stolen all of our tips.

The little girl who starts a screaming match every time she’s in here.

The people who put their baby on the windowsill. Which is four feet off the ground.


A man walks in, goes straight to the condiments, grabs a huge handful of sugar packets, and heads for the door.

Me: Sir!

Him: (turns around) Yeah?

Me: Can I help you?

Him: (approaches counter) My friend got coffee here earlier.

Me: …And he needs sugar?

Him: No, I need sugar.

Me: (takes about 30 packets out of his hand, leaving him with four) And you may have it.

He leaves.