Goodbyes

Tomorrow is my last day of work at the coffee shop. Here are some people I will miss:

Chris, the guy who works at UofR, always gets two bagels, a super coffee, and a newspaper, and who has been excited and supportive about my grad school plans while others seem to say "why do you want to do that?"

Gloria, the older black woman who comes in every day for a few hours before she goes to work, always gets a muffin (warmed up, please) and a small coffee, reads the paper without buying it, and loves to tell me when Hechts is having a sale.

Bob, the crazy artist who talks a lot and is honest about how he doesn't really like his wife.

Gary, who always gets a large Coke and enjoys telling me about the upcoming basket/football game he's going to attend.

Willem, the writer from New York who has never actually published anything.

Mary, the older woman who used to get a large iced cappuccino every morning until her doctor told her to cut back, so now she gets this made up drink we do just for her and that she thinks us girls make better than Jerry.

The nice lady who owns the shop next door (I don't know her name, though she's one of the only customers who actually knows mine) and always gets a small coffee but in a medium coffee cup.

And finally, Jerry. Though he could be a pain at times, maybe even most of the time, we had fun.