Do you ever wonder how some places attract the oddest collection of people? Yeah, yeah, everyone's unique, has their own fingerprint and personality, blah blah. But for the most part, similar people kind of find each other at the places they go to shop, eat, hang out, or whatever.
Those rules do not apply at coffee shops.
It must be something about the caffeine or whatever's in the bakery, because you could not find a group of people who are so different from one another. I work at a coffee shop on weekends. It really is a great job - laid back, great stories, good coffee - but we get the oddest groups of customers. We get the guys who could be CEO's of some company, cops and detectives, not super well off people who save up for their coffee, soccer moms, environmental groups, students, doctors and nurses, writes, readers, and artists. You name it, they come in.
Its fun. People always have a story to tell. But sometimes we also get the one's with really odd requests. Happens everywhere. You ask anyone who's had a job where they deal with customers, and they'll tell you. Weird things happen.
Like the other day.
This lady walks in on here cell phone (note to shoppers: we hate this. I mean really hate this. I've been shushed when I ask people what they want - why'd you walk up to the counter then? Moron). I'm in a good mood though, so this doesn't bother me much today. And its slow.
"My husband would like to talk with you." She says as the holds the phone out for me. Hmm. Well, this hasn't happened before. Please please, don't have him be a yeller.
"Oh, uh, ok. Hello?"
"Hi. Yeah, I want to order a drink." is your wife mute?
"alrighty, what can I get you?" maybe this is one of those really confusing drinks that end up costing people $20.
"Yeah, I want a medium coffee with a little vanilla. And could you leave some room for cream?" That's it? Seriously?
"Sure thing. Anything else today?"
"Nope, that's all. My wife will pay for it." Well I'd sure hope so, or you just made her waste a trip. Which, why aren't you here? Your wife's not even getting anything. And why could you just tell your wife that you wanted a coffee?
Oh well, maybe she was already out running errands or something. The guy I was working with and I had a pretty good laugh after she left. And that's all that really matters. This was much better than the time I had bagels thrown at me.
"M'am, could you please stop throwing the ones with cream cheese?"
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