Saturday Morning
When I closed the coffee shop on Friday afternoon, I had reached the conclusion that Backwoods Bean was a mistake. Traffic had been slow all day long. Had I already reached the high water mark?
Early Saturday morning only made me conclude that Backwoods Bean was a huge mistake. I arrive at 7:30 and not a single soul came in ... until 9:20.
And then all hell broke loose.
Traffic was essentially non-stop until 3:30. When we shut the doors at 6:00 exactly four croissants remained. Gone were all the Scottish buttermilk scones, Moravian sugar cake, brownies, banana-nut bread and lemon squares. Nearly gone was all the bar stock of milk and cream. Repeat customers showed up with their friends. Okay, maybe Backwoods Bean was a good idea after all.
I did, however, have my first unhappy customer. She came in for a hot chai. I mixed it and put it in the microwave under the counter to warm.
"I hear a MICROWAVE!", she exclaimed in horror.
"Yes, I'm warming your chai."
"Well, the microwaves will turn it into TOXINS!"
"Does that mean you don't want it?"
"YES."
I gave brief consideration to holding a discussion of the electrodynamics of the heating of bipolar molecules by internal friction in a electromagnetic field but thought better of it and took the chai from the microwave and drank it instead. She left.
Good riddance.
Otherwise, a very good day.
Early Saturday morning only made me conclude that Backwoods Bean was a huge mistake. I arrive at 7:30 and not a single soul came in ... until 9:20.
And then all hell broke loose.
Traffic was essentially non-stop until 3:30. When we shut the doors at 6:00 exactly four croissants remained. Gone were all the Scottish buttermilk scones, Moravian sugar cake, brownies, banana-nut bread and lemon squares. Nearly gone was all the bar stock of milk and cream. Repeat customers showed up with their friends. Okay, maybe Backwoods Bean was a good idea after all.
I did, however, have my first unhappy customer. She came in for a hot chai. I mixed it and put it in the microwave under the counter to warm.
"I hear a MICROWAVE!", she exclaimed in horror.
"Yes, I'm warming your chai."
"Well, the microwaves will turn it into TOXINS!"
"Does that mean you don't want it?"
"YES."
I gave brief consideration to holding a discussion of the electrodynamics of the heating of bipolar molecules by internal friction in a electromagnetic field but thought better of it and took the chai from the microwave and drank it instead. She left.
Good riddance.
Otherwise, a very good day.
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