Customer Forced Me To Clean His Spilled Coffee Until He Was On His Knees Apologizing

thinned out to the last few stragglers nursing their coffee. Marla stood at the register with her pencil tucked behind one ear, studying a stack of invoices with the particular expression she wore when the numbers weren’t cooperating with her again. I noticed her glance toward the front windows twice in a row, something close to worry crossing her continue reading …