#1

like the title of the blog says,
this will be about the life of a barista.
its a strange life.

I work in a pretty well known coffee house
in downtown West Chester.
I also work on campus serving coffee.
i work tues/thurs 3 to 8:30
& sat from 3 to midnight.

we aren't like starbucks,
where you come in and order burnt coffee & over pay for it.
we're laid back & we serve the best tasting & priced coffee for miles.
we're the local hangout. the place to meet friends.
listen to music. experience the culture.
we're basically a legend.

& as such, we get a lot of strange people coming through..

my shift today started simple.
working 3 to midnight every saturday.
around 4 a girl comes in with a big box of food,
puts it on the counter and leaves.
--the box contains a hearty portion of home fries
& 8 pieces of bread (white, wheat, cinnamon raisin, pumpernickel, etc).


two weeks ago
a stranger came in & gave me a unicycle
for my birthday.
...a unicycle.

friday afternoon
i told my friend mike snow that if he ate a bee
i'd give him a free iced coffee.
he pulled the stinger off & ate it.
i recorded it with my phone :)
i'll post it as soon as i can.