Coffee Shop Confessions

OK so I’m back at The Grind for the summer and you guys, I’m actually good at this now?? Like, scary good. Three years of practice and I can balance four plates on one arm while taking an order and somehow still look cute doing it.

Coffee Shop Confessions

But can we talk about Harold for a second? This guy comes in every Tuesday at exactly 2:47 PM (yes I timed it), orders the same thing (medium coffee, two sugars, splash of cream), and always - ALWAYS - leaves 30%. And he calls me sweetheart. Not in a creepy way, in a genuine grandfatherly way that makes me smile every single time. “Thank you, sweetheart, see you next week.”

Hydrating like the responsible adult I pretend to be

Three years ago I would have rolled my eyes SO HARD at being called sweetheart by some random customer. But now? I don’t know, maybe I’m getting soft, but it actually makes my day. Harold sees me as a person, not just the girl bringing his coffee. He asks about school, remembers that I’m pre-nursing, even brought me a good luck card before finals last semester.

Plotting my evening plans (which involve pajamas)

Plus that 30% tip doesn’t hurt. Between Harold and the other regulars who’ve adopted me, I’m actually making decent money this summer. Enough to maybe not eat ramen every single night next semester?? We’ll see.

When you remember something funny Harold said