*Twitch Twitch* Is It Spring Break Yet?

Bah humbug to homework!

Bah humbug to my financial situation!

Bah humbug to this "holiday"!

And now, a sampling of the craziness that is my job:

A bookseller enters the cafe. "Line one is for you guys."

I pick up the phone, give the proper greeting.

"Hi, this is John XXXXX. I'm in there all the time."

"Umm, okay." I had no idea who I was talking to.

"Brown hair, glasses."

Beer goggles. So named for his atrociously huge glasses. Alas, I had nothing to do with his naming. I would have chosen something along the lines of Crazy Man or One-Who-Wastes-Your-Time-By-Telling-Bad-Non-Funny-Jokes-Then-Asks-If-You-Know-What-Comedian-Said-That-Joke-In-the-1970s. "Oh, right. What can I do for you?"

"Is my friend there?"

I say nothing, wondering who could possibly be this man's friend.

"Tony? The Serbian guy."

"Oh, right. He was in earlier, but he's gone now."

"Thanks! See you later."

I felt so privileged to have been the one to take that call. Now, if ever asked, I can contribute to the lore told to new hires about the craziness of the cafe customers.