It is depressing to see my tip jar empty at work. It’s so big. And pennies are so small. Apparently my charm, friendly smile (which can’t be mistaken for anything other than friendly since I have braces), weird ability to remember peoples’ names, and interacting with children gets me nothing. Maybe a smile in return. Good thing I’m not doing it for the money. =) Kids are cute.
Someone today DID tip me when I least expected it. He came asking why we don’t have Pepsi anymore, to which I replied, “Oh we usually do, but I guess we’re out today.” Tip Man: “You haven’t had any since the beginning of September.” Me: “Haha yeah.”
Then in my head I just processed what he said, and didn’t have time to repair the damage that was already done. Everything else passed too quickly. The next thing I know, he’s out the door and left me with the change to his order (fity cents). I tried telling him on the way out, but then realized that he was leaving it for me (awkward moment number 2). He probably felt sorry for me.
Sometimes people tip me when there’s really nice foam on my drinks, but one of my faithful customers tips me just because. I almost feel bad now that I’ve built a relationship with her. I should be hooking her up! Not charging her more! And I actually like her.
My mom tipped me once. I don’t feel like expanding on that.
In other news, I made the most amazing blended spiced chai today. The consistency was PERFECT, like better than any blended drink I’ve had….to the point where I surprised myself and considered selling the recipe to frou frou coffee places. They would appreciate my concoction. But then I realized I didn’t put milk in the drink. Yes, a big faux pas (btw party foul does not directly translate to faux pas. I tried). Then it made sense why it was so thick and sweet and why I only filled my cup halfway. It was delicious, but pretty friggin sweet. I can only take one sip every half an hour. It’s been an hour and I already feel sick. I will not share the recipe with anyone.
Back to business.
1. I miss your drinks. For that, all the people who come in and out of your cafe should tip you. Well.
2. I’ll save all my change and coins until I come down. And then when you least expect it, that fatty tip jar is going to be filled with goodness. It won’t be all coins and bills either. Maybe I’ll put in love letters and paper hearts.
3. I miss you.
HAHAHA
This sounds like Caro =)