I had just finished with the small rush moments before so I was taking a small breather when he walked into the shop. A regular at the shop, I knew he wanted coffee and to be left alone. I poured the coffee as he sat at the counter. The town was preparing for the Polar Plunge – an event I think of as idiotic but it brings in business.
Walking to end of the counter where the suggestion box was placed; each night I check it and each night there is nothing in it. I wish this night was over – my feet are killing me! I need to get better support in my shoes.
I went back to him to refill his cup as he was pulling out his notepad and pen. He wrote something down; mumbled something about a walk in this wind; paid and walked out…passing the suggestion box along the way. He dropped that note he was writing into the box.
As I finished closing; refilled the sugars, the salt and pepper shakers; I remembered the suggestion box. Curiosity got the best of me – I had to read what he wrote. My eyes opened wide and laughter spilled forth from inside me; he had written
“I suggest weighted strait jackets for the crazy people”.
I left the suggestion in the box for the promoters of the Polar Plunge to read.
©2011 jan/cb
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