Time: Thursday, 6:47 pm We're a fairly common place for meet-ups, I've noticed. It makes sense: we're in a very central location, easy to find, right off the main drag. City Square is a decent sized hub for the Expressway, and between all the restaurants around, we've got good amounts of parking. So I've seen a … Continue reading Tales from the Café: Blind Date
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Time: Tuesday, 1:15 pm I hate Tuesdays. They are my least favorite day of the week, and always have been. This was a particularly stupid Tuesday. I wasn't feeling well, my guitar had broken two strings on me the night before, my car was likely to need more work on it than I could afford, … Continue reading Tales From the Café: Not My Best Day
Time: Thursday, 4:55 pm I could already tell it was going to be an adventure of a day when I walked in for my dinner shift and saw Dana, one of my newer coworkers, leaning over the register with a pen and paper in one hand, and a customer's credit card in the other. "Uh … Continue reading Tales from the Café: Houston, We Have a Problem
Time: Tuesday, 6:46 pm It was a quiet night. Normally we would have seen our first rush by now, but the café is only about half full, leaving most of us servers wandering around aimlessly under the guise of doing something productive. (Sometimes we actually do productive things, since pissing off the managers is usually … Continue reading Tales From the Café: Contents Under Pressure
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