When you work at a coffee shop (so I'm learning) you cross paths with some really interesting characters.
One of my co-workers has been moving his way up the ladder from barista to supervisor over the course of the past 3 years. He usually supervises the closing shift, so we work together a lot. Our regulars, the cool ones and those interesting ones too, get used to having us there at night. And so an on-going rapport develops:
The guy that supervises the closing shift is one of those 'can't-really-tell-if-you're-being-a-sassy-jackass-but-it's-somehow-endearing-so-I'll-just-let-it-slide' types. Every night before close, we have these two macho construction workers come into the shop to caffeinate before heading out to start their over-night shifts tearing up some part or another of 495. For as long as I've worked there, and for who knows how long before that, their 'thing' has been giving my co-worker crap. Because he's an ass and it's funny.
A couple weeks ago, one of the macho construction workers was being unusually nice to my co-worker and he even invited him to his farm to shoot skeet or something...is that even a thing, or did I just make that up? My co-worker gave the guy his number, but then after they left he turned to me with second thoughts, wondering if that was weird. Meh. Whatevs.
The next night, my co-worker was all: 'I need to talk to you. Something happened last night after I locked up. Remember those construction guys who always come in? Well, the one who invited me to his farm was waiting for me by my motorcycle after I locked up. He was being all nice and creepy and showing me pictures of his farm on his phone. Do you think he invited me to his farm to kill me?' I could tell that he was joking, but still freaked out. Apparently there was an 'elbow-grab' during some part of their conversation the previous night. He was all - 'maybe you could walk me to my motorcycle after close tonight..haha?' But kind of serious.
When the construction guys came in later for their nightly coffees, my co-worker high-tailed it to the back-room, having previously given me instructions to feel the situation out. The guys and I were chatting while I was making their drinks, and the one asked me where my partner in crime was? 'Oh, just doing some dishes in the back,' I replied. He turns to his friend and goes, 'I was totally effing with him last night! It was hilarious. I waited for him by his bike after he locked up and he was completely freaked out. He's probably hiding from me. Punk.'
Okay. Funny-ish. Boy-humor, maybe? I don't get it? But still, maybe not a bad idea to institute some sort of 'make sure everyone makes it safely into their cars after we get out of there at midnight' rule. Just in case.
Especially since this happened last week:
It was a slow night, and I was minding my own business working at the bar, while this other girl was on register. All of a sudden, I was disrupted from my drink-making-zen-rhythm by:
'You're a vegetarian, aren't you?'
....confused...open-mouthed...blank stare...oh SHOOOOT, those espresso shots are expiring while I'm trying to figure out how this weirdo I've never seen before knows that I prefer meals of the non-animal-variety.
'I can tell because of your body-type.'
....Anddd there's my answer. My body-type. Of course. It's only covered by my baggy collared shirt and this super-cool apron. But, why not?
I quickly prepare dude-who-thinks-it's-appropriate-to-comment-on-his-barista's-body-type's beverage and hand it off, hoping to sneak away to the back ASAP. Except for he decides to spark up a twenty-minute conversation (...slow night) that leads us on a scintillating journey from the three most recent items he's crossed off his bucket-list all the way over to Roth IRA's...?
It was realllllly weird. And officially, my creepiest customer-intereation to date.
Anyways dudes, in case there was ever any shadow of a doubt, waiting for a male barista that you've known for years by his bike after close to 'mess with him': funny(ish). Citing your female barista's body as a conversation-opener: creepy.
Till next time,
Lise
One of my co-workers has been moving his way up the ladder from barista to supervisor over the course of the past 3 years. He usually supervises the closing shift, so we work together a lot. Our regulars, the cool ones and those interesting ones too, get used to having us there at night. And so an on-going rapport develops:
The guy that supervises the closing shift is one of those 'can't-really-tell-if-you're-being-a-sassy-jackass-but-it's-somehow-endearing-so-I'll-just-let-it-slide' types. Every night before close, we have these two macho construction workers come into the shop to caffeinate before heading out to start their over-night shifts tearing up some part or another of 495. For as long as I've worked there, and for who knows how long before that, their 'thing' has been giving my co-worker crap. Because he's an ass and it's funny.
A couple weeks ago, one of the macho construction workers was being unusually nice to my co-worker and he even invited him to his farm to shoot skeet or something...is that even a thing, or did I just make that up? My co-worker gave the guy his number, but then after they left he turned to me with second thoughts, wondering if that was weird. Meh. Whatevs.
The next night, my co-worker was all: 'I need to talk to you. Something happened last night after I locked up. Remember those construction guys who always come in? Well, the one who invited me to his farm was waiting for me by my motorcycle after I locked up. He was being all nice and creepy and showing me pictures of his farm on his phone. Do you think he invited me to his farm to kill me?' I could tell that he was joking, but still freaked out. Apparently there was an 'elbow-grab' during some part of their conversation the previous night. He was all - 'maybe you could walk me to my motorcycle after close tonight..haha?' But kind of serious.
When the construction guys came in later for their nightly coffees, my co-worker high-tailed it to the back-room, having previously given me instructions to feel the situation out. The guys and I were chatting while I was making their drinks, and the one asked me where my partner in crime was? 'Oh, just doing some dishes in the back,' I replied. He turns to his friend and goes, 'I was totally effing with him last night! It was hilarious. I waited for him by his bike after he locked up and he was completely freaked out. He's probably hiding from me. Punk.'
Okay. Funny-ish. Boy-humor, maybe? I don't get it? But still, maybe not a bad idea to institute some sort of 'make sure everyone makes it safely into their cars after we get out of there at midnight' rule. Just in case.
Especially since this happened last week:
It was a slow night, and I was minding my own business working at the bar, while this other girl was on register. All of a sudden, I was disrupted from my drink-making-zen-rhythm by:
'You're a vegetarian, aren't you?'
....confused...open-mouthed...blank stare...oh SHOOOOT, those espresso shots are expiring while I'm trying to figure out how this weirdo I've never seen before knows that I prefer meals of the non-animal-variety.
'I can tell because of your body-type.'
....Anddd there's my answer. My body-type. Of course. It's only covered by my baggy collared shirt and this super-cool apron. But, why not?
I quickly prepare dude-who-thinks-it's-appropriate-to-comment-on-his-barista's-body-type's beverage and hand it off, hoping to sneak away to the back ASAP. Except for he decides to spark up a twenty-minute conversation (...slow night) that leads us on a scintillating journey from the three most recent items he's crossed off his bucket-list all the way over to Roth IRA's...?
It was realllllly weird. And officially, my creepiest customer-intereation to date.
Anyways dudes, in case there was ever any shadow of a doubt, waiting for a male barista that you've known for years by his bike after close to 'mess with him': funny(ish). Citing your female barista's body as a conversation-opener: creepy.
Till next time,
Lise
Woooowww... Alicia, these are the stories you need to be telling me! Also, just a thought: Perhaps that construction guy is gay.
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