As many of you now know, I am working at a very popular local coffee shop. We don’t have any retail chain stores here on the island, so ours isn’t a name you know, but we’re a Friday Harbor hotspot just the same. I love people, so for the most part serving customers is a blast. There’s a lot of humor and laughter shared over the counter.
However, there are always exceptions. Recently a very angry fellow came to the walk up window. I flashed a bright smile and said, “How may I help you?”
He shrieked, “What did you do with the ferry?!”
I responded (quite bewildered), “Excuse me?” I am a barista in a coffee shop. I wear a cute little green checkered apron with roses on it. I make coffee and serve ice cream. I obviously have no control over the ferry.
The man, red in the face with a little vein throbbing in his forehead, yelled, “A minute ago there was a ferry at the dock. Now it’s gone. I just went into the store for a minute. What did you do with the ferry?!”
I so wanted to say, “What?! Did it sink again?!”
I figured that response would get me strangled, so I gave the man a ferry schedule and told him when the next ship would dock. I hope he figured out on his own that when one’s ship comes in, one should get on it post-haste!