Tuesday

Crazy Cappuchino Woman:

I work in a place where you see everyone, customers, nearly everyday. But you never form a real relationship with them or even ever learn their names. Instead, out of necessity, you dubb them according to their mannerisms or their usual drink, or both.

Crazy Cappuchino Woman just walked into the Semoloo. I'm not working, but Sammy is. She was in the kitchen so I yelled out to her "Hey Sammy. Crazy Cappuchino Woman is here." She had yet to enter the building. She got the name because she went off a girl once for making her cappi' wrong. Which, honestly, how can you expect perfection from a newly opened business? The woman is quite adamant that her cappi' is as dry as it can possibly be.

Other regulars are the couple who always gets two mocha's . . . their total is $9.18. Then there is the lady whose husband comes in the morning to get a raspberry scone and then returns later with her and they get a 20oz Sugar-free Turtle in a house mug and share it. Then there are countless others . . .

Here comes 20oz Peach Smoothie with a blueberry and apple scone. She just ordered a Watermelon smoothie . . . Thats the sort of thing that could disrupt the space/time continuum creating a parallel world where Scones eat "woman" smoothies. And yet we continue to trifle with the natural order of things!

Luv,
Clay

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