by Flack » Sat Jun 30, 2012 6:19 am
Hah, how awkward. That's like the makings of a reality show challenge. Corner random guy who doesn't want to be cornered, ask him questions about his personal life, and then pick apart his job.
At work, we have a bunch of old, lonely people. People in their mid-to-late 60s, just hanging around, waiting to retire. These people tend to migrate to the coffee shop and/or the exits, because that's where other people have to go, and then these people can just butt in to your conversations uninvited.
There's this one lady, her name is Faye and she's 60ish and retiring soon. Not only every day, but every time I go down to the coffee shop, she's there. Not where the customers sit, but in the little spot on the side in between where customers order and the cash register. She just gets a coffee and stands there. So when you go to order, you are forced to talk to this lady. And when nobody is ordering, she pivots and talks to the cashiers who cannot escape her blathering.
I've been going to this coffee shop at work (it's 50 yards from the room I work in), every day, for 17 years now. I have seen it change hands and countless workers come and go. I order skinny caramel maciatos, sometimes hot, sometimes iced, depending on the weather and how I feel. The lady who works down there has been there for 5 years. I am down there at least 3 times a day. When I walk up and she sees me she will say, "hot or cold?" and then I respond. Sometimes she doesn't even ask because she told me once I always order hot ones in the morning and cold ones in the afternoon, unless it's raining or snowing, in which case I always order hot ones. We have a system worked out.
So I go down there Friday to order my coffee and Faye is standing there. And Dee (the lady who takes and makes my order -- the barrrrrrrrrrrrista) is turned around so I say, "morning Dee, I'll take a hot one." So then this Faye lady butts in and says, "wah-huuuuuuuuuuh?" And I just look at her and then she says, "did you order a hot water?" and I said, "no, I ordered my drink." And Dee starts laughing, and Faye says, "Oh, I thought you ordered a hot water," and I just smiled and looked the other way. And then she said, "hey, what DID you say?" and I said, "I just ordered my drink." And she says, "well, I wouldn't know how to make it based off of that," and I said, "well, I guess it's a good thing you don't work here."
So now it takes like 3 minutes to make my drink and we're all standing there. So then Faye says, "Well, I'm retiring," and I said, "what, from standing there all day?" And then Dee and I laughed and Faye did not laugh. And then she explained that she is retiring and that they are having a party for her. "I just don't know what they will get me for a gift," she said. "I would get you a stool to sit right there," I said.
So I believe at this point in time, Faye and I are not friends, and I will be drinking coffee from 7-11 for a few days until the coast is clear.
Hah, how awkward. That's like the makings of a reality show challenge. Corner random guy who doesn't want to be cornered, ask him questions about his personal life, and then pick apart his job.
At work, we have a bunch of old, lonely people. People in their mid-to-late 60s, just hanging around, waiting to retire. These people tend to migrate to the coffee shop and/or the exits, because that's where other people have to go, and then these people can just butt in to your conversations uninvited.
There's this one lady, her name is Faye and she's 60ish and retiring soon. Not only every day, but every time I go down to the coffee shop, she's there. Not where the customers sit, but in the little spot on the side in between where customers order and the cash register. She just gets a coffee and stands there. So when you go to order, you are forced to talk to this lady. And when nobody is ordering, she pivots and talks to the cashiers who cannot escape her blathering.
I've been going to this coffee shop at work (it's 50 yards from the room I work in), every day, for 17 years now. I have seen it change hands and countless workers come and go. I order skinny caramel maciatos, sometimes hot, sometimes iced, depending on the weather and how I feel. The lady who works down there has been there for 5 years. I am down there at least 3 times a day. When I walk up and she sees me she will say, "hot or cold?" and then I respond. Sometimes she doesn't even ask because she told me once I always order hot ones in the morning and cold ones in the afternoon, unless it's raining or snowing, in which case I always order hot ones. We have a system worked out.
So I go down there Friday to order my coffee and Faye is standing there. And Dee (the lady who takes and makes my order -- the barrrrrrrrrrrrista) is turned around so I say, "morning Dee, I'll take a hot one." So then this Faye lady butts in and says, "wah-huuuuuuuuuuh?" And I just look at her and then she says, "did you order a hot water?" and I said, "no, I ordered my drink." And Dee starts laughing, and Faye says, "Oh, I thought you ordered a hot water," and I just smiled and looked the other way. And then she said, "hey, what DID you say?" and I said, "I just ordered my drink." And she says, "well, I wouldn't know how to make it based off of that," and I said, "well, I guess it's a good thing you don't work here."
So now it takes like 3 minutes to make my drink and we're all standing there. So then Faye says, "Well, I'm retiring," and I said, "what, from standing there all day?" And then Dee and I laughed and Faye did not laugh. And then she explained that she is retiring and that they are having a party for her. "I just don't know what they will get me for a gift," she said. "I would get you a stool to sit right there," I said.
So I believe at this point in time, Faye and I are not friends, and I will be drinking coffee from 7-11 for a few days until the coast is clear.