I work for a bakery/cafe known for it's salads, sandwiches, soups and fresh pastries. I call it fancy fast food, but don't tell my boss! We're supposed to be better than that. 
I'd say most of my customers are middle of the road: polite, cause little to no trouble, don't really stick out in my mind. A small percent fall under the "want to kill with an Uzi" category, but then there's the others. The ones who are genuinely sweet and kind, the ones that know my name without looking at my name tag; the ones who ask how I'm doing and really want to know. Heck, I left my store for three weeks to help open a new one, and I had these people asking about me while I was gone! I even got hugs when I came back.
There's John. An older gentleman who comes in at least 4 times a week and always orders the same thing: a whole wheat bagel, well toasted with four margarine, a coffee and an ice water. He's such a sweet man. When his niece took him out for his birthday lunch he insisted on coming to our place, even though she said she'd take him anywhere he'd like to go.
He has two dogs that are his pride and joy, and we all mourned with him when he had to have one put down the other week.
Then there's Brian, Deborah, Jeanie, Tina and Tracy, my large iced tea crew. That's almost exclusively what they come in to order, and nearly all of them are in every single day. Again, always pleasant to deal with and as polite and perfect as customers as you could want.
Carol orders a wheat bagel and a cup of coffee and Joanne gets a wheat bagel with swiss cheese, lettuce and tomato. We have their orders going before they're up to the registers half the time.
Molly orders a large loaf of our whole wheat bread, sliced, and is always tickled pink we slice it for her without her even having to ask. I've told her about the blueberry/lime jam I get from the local farmer's market and she keeps telling me she needs to try it. I'm planning on buying a jar and hopefully being able to give it to her.
Then my most favorite customer: Ruth. She is just the sweetest little old lady ever. She has a walker, so she can't carry her food to her table or get her coffee very easily. After I place her order, or if I see someone else do it, I'm sure to get her half hazelnut, half decaf with cream coffee, and her food, and take it to her table. She always insists on tipping me a dollar. I've tried to refuse, but I've realized I would just hurt her feelings. I put it in our donation jar.
Hmm, I just realized that the majority of my favorites all eat our whole wheat bagels or bread. Perhaps that's a sign! At any rate, these are my favorites. I adore them all, and they're what keeps me sane when the rest of the whole process sucks.

I'd say most of my customers are middle of the road: polite, cause little to no trouble, don't really stick out in my mind. A small percent fall under the "want to kill with an Uzi" category, but then there's the others. The ones who are genuinely sweet and kind, the ones that know my name without looking at my name tag; the ones who ask how I'm doing and really want to know. Heck, I left my store for three weeks to help open a new one, and I had these people asking about me while I was gone! I even got hugs when I came back.

There's John. An older gentleman who comes in at least 4 times a week and always orders the same thing: a whole wheat bagel, well toasted with four margarine, a coffee and an ice water. He's such a sweet man. When his niece took him out for his birthday lunch he insisted on coming to our place, even though she said she'd take him anywhere he'd like to go.
He has two dogs that are his pride and joy, and we all mourned with him when he had to have one put down the other week.Then there's Brian, Deborah, Jeanie, Tina and Tracy, my large iced tea crew. That's almost exclusively what they come in to order, and nearly all of them are in every single day. Again, always pleasant to deal with and as polite and perfect as customers as you could want.
Carol orders a wheat bagel and a cup of coffee and Joanne gets a wheat bagel with swiss cheese, lettuce and tomato. We have their orders going before they're up to the registers half the time.
Molly orders a large loaf of our whole wheat bread, sliced, and is always tickled pink we slice it for her without her even having to ask. I've told her about the blueberry/lime jam I get from the local farmer's market and she keeps telling me she needs to try it. I'm planning on buying a jar and hopefully being able to give it to her.
Then my most favorite customer: Ruth. She is just the sweetest little old lady ever. She has a walker, so she can't carry her food to her table or get her coffee very easily. After I place her order, or if I see someone else do it, I'm sure to get her half hazelnut, half decaf with cream coffee, and her food, and take it to her table. She always insists on tipping me a dollar. I've tried to refuse, but I've realized I would just hurt her feelings. I put it in our donation jar.
Hmm, I just realized that the majority of my favorites all eat our whole wheat bagels or bread. Perhaps that's a sign! At any rate, these are my favorites. I adore them all, and they're what keeps me sane when the rest of the whole process sucks.



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