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November 2nd, 2006 (11:49 pm)

Or is it creepy that a bird is pulling on a wish bone?

*LAUGHS*

Have I ever told you all the story of the day I sold 5 pounds of coffee
to Mr Charles Monroe Schulz?

Of my brushes with fame.......this is by far my favourite.

It was quick, and I didn't really get it until it was over.

I was working in a little coffee house just prior to the COFFEE RENAISSANCE in Austin.
1992.

North North North Austin, 183 was still called Research Blvd, and I had gotten canned
by a bridal shoppe when I accidentally died my hair purple.
I was still living with my parents.

I came to work for two gentlemen, John and Kenny. A couple who had been together
since they met in SF 20 years prior. John baked scones and kept the garden... a sweet
little church mouse, and Kenny wore too many rings and was the Queen.

I fell for them like bricks.
I was their ONLY employee....they couldn't afford even me.
I made 6.50 an hour, and when Christmas rolled around, John wrote me a personal
check for 30 dollars as a Christmas bonus...and I cried, I was so touched.

To this day, THAT is my favourite job of all time.
I would probably still be working for them, if they hadn't sold their house in Clarkesville
and moved to Florida to retire.

*laughs and smiles*

They deserved to retire.

Annnnnnnnnnnnnyway. Before EVERYONE got it, THEY got it. Before STARBUCKS
sunk into Austin, they had a little place in a strip mall on North 183 that sold really really
goooooooooooood coffee.

It was not locally roasted, but we did it right.
I remember all the careful instruction I got from John, about how to prepare everything.
This would later score me a job that would allow me to learn to roast coffee.
Much of who I am now...comes from this moment in my life.

Even when I was a manager at Starbucks more than a decade later?
I taught my kids to froth milk...
the way JOHN taught me to froth milk. You can feel it, you can smell it.

I'd slide the pitcher off the temp wand
and just show them.........

Then temp it with a loose thermometer.
Always nailed it.

(dude, I can bounce a bag of coffee in my hand and tell you it's weight.
I still practice at CM when I shop, to keep my chops...)

When you are good, you don't need a machine to tell you.
And frankly--the machine--well...

Telling my Buxers never to do that at the BUX, cause..."we" don't do it that way.
I folded my guts to work there.

(bitter much? Noooooo...)

Alllllllllllllllll this to say.

One day a man walked in with silver hair and a kind face.
He wanted a five pound bag of Sumatra Mandheling.

We didn't really sell coffee in bulk, but we HAD it...
When a shop is that small, you really just buy for the week.
Selling this to him would wipe us out for DAYS.

But too, we needed the sales.
No one was there but me.

I pulled the bag from behind the counter, and rang it up.
He told me it was for his wife.
Handed me a credit card--I have a habit of reading the names on cards...
Virgo ginger.

Charles M Schulz.

I didn't flinch, But I looked at him hard.
I couldn't go home and GOOGLE him like I can now.
I had to REMEMBER his face.

He signed the receipt.
and left.


I looked at it after he left.
Me all alone in this little coffee house in a strip mall
on 183, next to a tanning salon.

It was the signature from the funnies.
It was him.

I guess that coffee was for Jean.
Where were they living in 1992?

Why 'Carlo for Coffee' to pick it up?
TEXAS?

GOOD GRIEF!!!

I sold coffee to Charlie Brown.

*BEAMS*

Comments

Posted by: Orin (rin_o)
Posted at: November 3rd, 2006 06:37 am (UTC)

i did not notice the wishbone thing before...

starbucks must be retarded not to have simple put you in charge of the company the moment you were hired. oh wait, it IS.

Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: November 3rd, 2006 06:49 am (UTC)

The job was given to me by a Friend.
Many rules were broken for me to have it.

You don't hire managers off the street in that company.

I am grateful for her kindness, it was Austin.
She was Austin.

I just couldn't be STARBUCKS.
I still regret letting her down.
I lasted a year almost to the day.

Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: November 3rd, 2006 06:54 am (UTC)

IN FACT, she was the SECOND employee......
of Carlo For Coffee.

THAT should be mentioned.

She rose from there to a corporate position in a large
company.......

Because of John and Kenny.
Because of that little place.

And later gave ME
another job.

John, Kenny, wherever you are???

Thanks.

Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: November 3rd, 2006 06:58 am (UTC)
1st LJ Pic

Wow, how could I forget that part???

Posted by: Coffee Shop Whore (skidspoppe)
Posted at: November 3rd, 2006 07:09 am (UTC)
The Doctor is [in]

Excellent!

Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: November 3rd, 2006 07:22 am (UTC)
Re: The Doctor is [in]

I want to cry LUCY!!!
like Ricky.

Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: November 3rd, 2006 07:26 am (UTC)
Re: The Doctor is [in]
Tankgirl

No really, how much deeper can we subreference?

Posted by: hairypolack (hairypolack)
Posted at: November 3rd, 2006 09:36 am (UTC)

Charles went to run for his coffee but Ginger pulled it away at the last second

AUGHHHHH!

Posted by: hairypolack (hairypolack)
Posted at: November 3rd, 2006 09:39 am (UTC)





Posted by: Gregory Parks (tokenpants)
Posted at: November 3rd, 2006 10:05 am (UTC)
VTparafuso

Did I ever mention that last year in New York, I saw a play called "Dog Sees God?" It's a play that takes the Peanuts gang into their angst-filled, self-finding teen/ pubescent years. It starred a bunch of people from teen TV shows or movies. Like the guy who did Stiffler's Mom in American Pie? He was Charlie Brown. Lucy? Eliza Dushku. Sally? America Ferrera as a cynical, punky goth girl. Schroeder was gay and kissed Charlie Brown and Patty and Marcie were stuck up it-girls.

Oh yeah, and I never mentioned the time I almost stonewalled Milli Vanilli's Rob Pilatus at First Avenue from going back in the club. NO Re-Entry, sir! Your story rocks far harder, though. Mine is merely sitcommy. Yours has resonance and depth.

I also saw Björk in Boston Common when the circus was in town.

Posted by: hairypolack (hairypolack)
Posted at: November 3rd, 2006 10:46 am (UTC)

youre jokign right? The Peanuts people would never allow such a thign would they?

"Patty and Marcie were stuck up it-girls." No they were holacious birk wearing DYKES!

Posted by: Gregory Parks (tokenpants)
Posted at: November 3rd, 2006 10:53 am (UTC)

The latent lesbian and/or bi-ness were present. Marcie seemed to be played as more inclined toward Patty than the reverse and she remained closeted by perr pressure. I swear. I'm not kidding.

Oh yeah, and Snoopy was dead, which was one of the things Charlie Brown was trying to deal with in the play.

Posted by: They call me 'Benton' (die7fox)
Posted at: November 3rd, 2006 01:52 pm (UTC)

Or is it creepy that a bird is pulling on a wish bone?

That's right up there with a pig eating bacon.

Posted by: stuck up, half-witted, scruffy-looking nerf-herder (433)
Posted at: November 3rd, 2006 02:28 pm (UTC)

Awesome!

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