Thank you, come again.

Today, a man came into the store to use the bathroom. On his way out, he gave me the eyes and a $5 tip.

It's only been a week since this new job started but business continues to be a bit slow and makes me feel like I either want to stomp the streets of Los Angeles begging for people to come in or, kill myself a little. Once you know how to do everything and recognize your regular customers it can feel as if you've been making coffee forever. Clearly, the life of a barista offers little glamor. Unless of course more men come in just giving me money.

(Just kidding.)