e enjte, 7 qershor 2007

An ode to Sara...

You , beautiful lady that I could set my watch by. I know my day at work has truly begun when you pull your shiny, new SAAB into my drive-thru line. You voice purrs into my ear, "I need a 12oz. coffee in a 20oz. cup, cream and four equals. I appreciate that you say 'need' instead of want'. A precious lady like you surely has no time for wants.

I've memorized your order, as has every single barista that I work with. We could make your drink in our respective sleep's. But again, in the interest of accuracy, I see that it is neccesary for you to say it every single time. A simple, "Hey, it's Sara," wouldn't suffice.

And thank you for having your little stack of change, your $1.62 ready. I'd hate to screw up on your change, making you even a penny off in your obviously meticulous accounting.

And thanks for not tipping. Thanks for teaching us that the rewards of work are not monetary. Our rewards lie in satisfying our customers, others can only hope to acheive the caliber of customer that you pride yourself on being.

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