Raise Your Glasses
Here's to the people who frequent places in need of a pick-me-up, a shot of espresso, cup of joe on the go, or lounging with someone they know. This is for the pretentious types & beggars alike; the tired, the weary, those desperately studying, & everyone else in between. Here's to the readers, the dreamers, roamers, loners, crazy characters, passerby's, & regulars. Here's to a comfy couch, a mellow musical mix, a crafty corner dimly lit, warm smells, unexpected spectacles, & baristas themselves. Here's to the peaceful existence between dark roasts, vanilla lattes, half & half cream, or foreign born beans; a true house blend all sipping together under one unified roof or outdoor spot, & the pure essence of the Americano melting pot. Here's to all of those who are continually stirring the coffee culture.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Genghis Khan
Knowing our market prices like the back of his tattered weathered hands, he works the street corner panhandling to make enough to come in and get a "refill" price on coffee, and snag a $0.50 "day old" price on muffins or bagels for a snack. We are in a constant battle with the most obnoxious breed of birds you've ever seen. They terrorize our customers the second someone leaves any food unattended outside, but of course Genghis loves to feed them.
He sports a long flowing greasy white Einstein hairdo on his head that matches his unkempt beard, a pair of faded black jeans, and a thick cream colored long sleeved shirt that is worn no matter the temperature. Out of all of the baggage he totes around everywhere with him, I wish he would suddenly whip out some kind of summer outfit; maybe an old school pair of neon Nike running shorts to show off his tall slender frame with an aloha shirt and some dark shades.
Genghis is absolutely annoying and lovable at the same time. He had been coming in every day for years, and was finally told he could not return because of accumulating complaints. He is homeless, obviously scheduled his entire day around us, and I wonder what that did for his routine. Did he have to start sleeping closer to another cafe? Did he find somewhere else to go, or were there territorial wars with a similar figure there? He cruised in once more yesterday like nothing ever happened, was served, then asked to leave again, but I raise my mug to you Genghis Khan. If that IS your real name. To this bizarre bean: you know who you are...