oh my god, like
oh my god, like….
today the coffee disturbance is happenin’ early. only an hour into my day. three girls, one of whom is discussing her wedding at a sound level riveling that of a jet plane or rock concert. we’ve already gone through how many flower girls she wants, the dress, that she’s "not the kind of girl that’s alwasy dreamed of her perfect wedding" (yet everything seems to be planned) and now we’re on to tents. now i’m going to transcribe so you don’t have to miss anything….
"but what we wanted to do was something like food that was like mexican, a mexican breakfast thing, and a columbian bakery and have them make different baked goods and have little signs that tells what it is and how it’s representitive of us and our life together. and like have little things explaining and have, like, fair trade coffee, of course, and it will probably be a little more expensive than making it ourselves which we thought of. we’re still trying to figgure out if the church is going to charge us for using their stuff and they have these brown chairs but they’re sooooo ugly so we were going to trying to rent chairs…."
i’ll spare you anymore no no, one more. "so the photographer is like a archiological photographer, or anthropological, or he’s like a journalist or something so they’re not going to be like your normal wedding photos. i mean, he thinks outside that."
they’re chasing people out of the shop. amazing.
ok, now i’m done. so far i’ve had one customer exclaim at how riviting a conversation it is, and another guy ask if they could possibly talk any louder. i should have given them cold coffee so the will NEVER COME BACK.
i’m still looking for the craft of the day, but it will have to be amazing to top the human digestive system. i better get looking….
