My
name is Miriam and on the 12th of May this year my life changed. At
the time I thought it a change for the worst but on reflection, it's
not been a bad few months.
On May 11th I came home
to an odd phone message.
'Your husband is cheating
on you! Every time you've been with him, he's been thinking of me.
I'm Tanya and your husbands a cheater. I found him cheating on me, so
that's like double cheating on you!' And the message went on in that
vain.
I was shocked but to be
honest, that did make sense. All the little things that didn't add
up. I got in touch with Tanya (who was actually a really sweet girl)
and on May 12th I walked away from my marriage of four years.
I bunked with a very good
friend of mine. Lisa. She had a one bedroom apartment near the
seafront. I was given the couch which was lumpy but not too awful.
Unfortunately not a bed settee though.
The other thing I had to
do was get a job. My ex was a wealthy man and had his own company.
I'd never had to work before but until the divorce went through, well
I was going to need some money! I had no experience of pretty much
anything so Lisa suggested I try shop work and directed me to a long
main shopping street to try my luck.
I walked along the street
first to see what was there. Mostly clothe and shoe shops, nothing
truly inspiring but near to the end of the street I saw a new shop. A
new coffee shop to be precise. It hadn't opened yet but the finishing
touches were being done right there and then.
A young lady with the
most reddest of hair was laughing out the front, standing hand in
hand with an older man who had silver hair and a silver beard to
match. She was practically dancing, a huge smile on her face. I
watched for a minute then walked in through the open door and up to
the main counter. This looked like a place I would like to work at.
I greeted the man
crouched on the other side. Turned out he was the electrician but he
pointed me in the direction of the new owners of this venture. Yeps,
Misses red hair and her bearded fellow.
I popped back out and
introduced myself. The shop was opening for customers for the first
time tomorrow. They had no jobs going but they would get in touch if
anything came up. Somehow I changed their minds and convinced them to
hire me for 3 days and if they didn't make enough from the opening,
then I would remain unpaid and leave.
The nervousness. The
excitement. This was one of the best days of my life. I was going to
be a waitress at a coffee shop! Lisa laughed, but shared my
anticipation,
The following day I was
there nice and early. My new bosses talked me through the drink
making, the cake selecting and the till. By 9am that day the three of
us stood behind the counter, tidy and happy just waiting for the
customers.
And we didn't have to
wait long! The day was frantic, busy and gloriously stressful. I was
most certainly going to get paid tonight!
The following day the
same and I knew then that this job was going to outlast three days.
By the end of the week we
had a second staff member. Nicky our waiter. Another week and another
waitress Sammy. And we were still run off our feet!
One day Red and Beardy
had shut and locked the front door and we all sat round a table out
the back eating some of the near stale cakes and sharing stories of
the experiences we'd had since the shop had open. I don't know how we
got onto the subject but one by one we suddenly realised a very
strange thing.
Since the coffee shop had
opened we hadn't sold a single cup of coffee. In fact it was more
then that. None of us had made anyone a cup of Tea either.
We'd sold milkshakes,
smoothies, fresh fruit and vege drinks the usual range of carbonated
beverages and even a few non-alcoholic cocktails. And we had sold
several hot drinks too, just not Tea or coffee. Various versions of
Hot chocolate, some cup-a-soups and there was even one guy who comes
in for a Horlicks. But non of us, not one, not the owners, not Nicky,
not Sammy and not me, not one of us had made a single cup of coffee
or tea.
We mused about this that
night and had a bit of a giggle. Then went home that evening and was
back to work in the morning.
Everything carried on as
normal for the next three weeks and then something very strange
happened.
It was a terribly wet day
and our indoor tables were filling up rather quickly. Umbrellas
dripping by the tables and cake selling like, well hot cakes! A
gentleman walked in looking particularly wet and windswept. He came
up to the counter, rain water draining from his balding head. He was
out of breath and quite shivery. He paused for a moment and returned
mine and Sammy’s smiles. Then he spoke and I will never forget
those words for as long as I live.
"It's a chilly day
out there for sure," He said, "I would love a cup of coffee
please. Black, two sugars." Then he smiled at us.
I looked at Sammy and
Sammy looked at me. We then excused ourselves in a hurry and found
Nicky out back.
"Nicky! He wants
coffee! Someone wants coffee! What shall we do?"
And that was our problem.
None of us could remember how to make a tea or a coffee! We discussed
it at speed and then decided we better phone our bosses and admit the
problem. Nicky dialled and held the receiver out so we could all hear
and be heard.
But can you believe it?
They couldn't remember how to make it either! The shop was in it's
second month and we still hadn't had a request for coffee until now.
We decided we would face
the man together. A united front.
The man smiled at me and
I smiled back. I picked up a cup and I walked to the counter.
"I am so sorry but
I'm afraid we are all out of coffee." I beamed at him sending
many happy vibes his way.
The man frowned and
touched his chin thoughtfully.
"OK, no matter,"
He replied, "I'll have a tea then please."
We all exchanged looks
and this time Sammy stepped forwards.
"We are really,
really sorry but we are all out of tea as well."
The man looked
astonished.
"But your a coffee
shop?" He questioned.
"We could make you a
hot chocolate if you'd like?" I gulped as I said this. I felt so
bad that we weren't able to serve him like he'd like.
"I really don't like
chocolate." The man spoke quietly. He straightened his coat and
prepared to go out into the rain once again but without his thirst
quenched.
That was when Nicky had a
fantastic idea.
"WAIT!" he
shouted to the man and shot off out back.
He returned a moment
later with a small cake occupied plate.
"Here" He
offered the plate to the man, "Freshly baked Coffee cake. Taken
out the oven just minutes ago and still hot enough to warm your
insides."
The man took the plate
greedily and grinned at us all.
In fact he enjoyed it so
much that he comes in every week now, come rain or shine just for a
slice of coffee cake.
And that was the one and
only time we have ever been asked for tea or coffee! I have however
had a few more requests for a Horlicks!
The End