Today I'm going to try to properly describe the customers in which come in on an almost daily basis and appear to have work to be doing or just have done, as a general whole. These regulars, as I just stated, appear to have steady jobs of which they are heading to, taking a break from, or leaving from. Most of them dress in business casual and order a wide variety of drinks but usually stick with our coffee and sometimes request our 'bold' as if they could actually tell the difference.
When they come into the cafe they appear to be in a huge hurry, even if they just sit in the back corner on their laptop or sit at a round table chatting. This has been observed on numerous occasions these working regulars walking very quickly into the cafe in order to pass other customers which are moving to slow or do not appear to have made a decision quite yet.
The worst part of these customers is how they expect their drinks so quickly, no matter how many people are in line. If they usually order decaffeinated coffee then they do expect to be asked to wait and have no problems waiting, unless in one instance its ready when they walk up. In that case they continue to expect their drink to be ready for them immediately every time for a couple days.
After getting their beverages of choice, they feel the need to do as they wish. They will make business phone calls and glare at anyone who dares to talk to loudly near them, move tables together and sprawl out their paperwork instead of just sitting at a bigger round table, and even grab the creamer or honey off of the condinment bar like they were at home.
Individuals will vary from the group, of course, but for the most part the group is all the same. Some act kind to my fellow employees and I. Others act bitter when we don't have what they want right away, as if we owe it to them for the money they spend there.
I'll update again tonight with an actual story. I will also take a look at another group of regulars at a later time. Remember to spread the word about my blog to other who you feel may be interested, however if you know who I am or where I work please do not comment about it on this website. I wish for that information to remain as under the table as possible to protect my observees and perhaps even my job.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
I'm not at my best today...
This guy and girl came into the cafe and just stared at the menus. They wispered quietly to each other a couple of times then just walked away. You may be wondering why i found this blog-worthy, so allow me to go on. The guy looked deflated. His face was all slouchy and he had huge hole from where plugs used to be. These were easily 1 inch holes in his ears and his earlobes were very droopy. It was almost as if those plugs were there to hold his body together or the air in, which ever way you wish to believe it
Sunday, February 8, 2009
The Continuing Saga of the Bird-Flu Guy
One fine afternoon he came walking up to the store and noticed a dead bird on the ground. So what is the logical solution? Bird-Flu. He came inside and told one of the barista's that a bird is outside and has obviously died from the Bird-Flu and the building needed to be quarantined and the CDC needed to be called. He even had an idea on how to block off and quarantine the surrounding cities. And that is how he got his name.
Another BFG story kind of continues off the last one in a way. He has Post-Traumatic Stress Syndrom...or so he claims. One evening music was playing over the speakers, as it usually does. He gets up from the chairs in one area of the store and demands that one of the employees change the music immediately. The reason is that he is a veteran of some war and if the song continues he will have flashbacks and kill everyone. Needless to say that employee went straight to a manager and told them to change the music. The important thing is that the song was only a couple years old and for this guy to have a flashback about war which at the very closest would be the Persian Gulf War it would in no way be related to the song.
Another BFG story kind of continues off the last one in a way. He has Post-Traumatic Stress Syndrom...or so he claims. One evening music was playing over the speakers, as it usually does. He gets up from the chairs in one area of the store and demands that one of the employees change the music immediately. The reason is that he is a veteran of some war and if the song continues he will have flashbacks and kill everyone. Needless to say that employee went straight to a manager and told them to change the music. The important thing is that the song was only a couple years old and for this guy to have a flashback about war which at the very closest would be the Persian Gulf War it would in no way be related to the song.
Labels:
Bird Flu,
logic,
Music,
Post-Traumatic Stress Syndrom,
quarantine
Friday, February 6, 2009
Apology
To my faithful following...of at least 2 people which is enough for me...I will begin posting new stories starting this afternoon when i return home from yet another day of work. Just wait my friends, it'll be back to feed your curious minds.
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