I worked a closing shift tonight at the cafe and it was honestly one of the best I’ve had in a long, long time.
The person I was working with was really quite sufficient at their job, the day wasn’t so busy, and everyone was pretty much just wonderful.
The few hours flew by and before I knew it, it was time to close up shop and head home.
Too bad someone walked in 5 minutes before the actual closing time.
Too bad he wanted a cappuccino for him and his date.
Too bad I’d already closed the machines for the night.
Too FREAKING BAD he forced me to reopen my clean machines so that he could get a cappuccino AT TEN AT NIGHT.
Honestly man? Go the hell to sleep.
You just added an extra ten minutes of cleaning to my closing routine and you don’t even feel bad about it in the slightest…. Like really, are you even human?
“It’s only 5 to 10… Can I get one of everything on the menu?”
“I made it in before the ten happened – so you have to take my order.”
“How would you feel if you were me?”
The last one is particularly my favourite. I like to answer this one, because I answer like one should answer when faced with this question.
How would I feel? Well, I’d feel like an understanding human being who would absolutely go somewhere else because I know what it’s like when people come in while I’m ready to close and make me serve them instead of going somewhere else that is open later. I would feel the need to turn around, walk my ass out the door while telling them to have a good night. I would feel bad, and not for one second would I feel indignant – like their only purpose in life is to serve me a gourmet coffee five minutes before they close the entire store.
Furthermore, if you’re gonna go ahead and tell someone that they look tired – it’s probably best to not say they look tired while you’ve just successfully added time to the time they have to wait to get home to their bed.
… It’s been a long day.
I’m already in bed and the cat is next to me.
Catch you all on the flip side.
– The One Who Has Had A Long Day