Glenda, the owner of the Frothy Cup Coffee Shop, and a great friend I might add...walked over to my table at the coffee shop yesterday and told me of a conundrum she is trying to deal with. Told her I'm an expert at such things, well..at least in getting entangled in them...not so much at getting out of them.
She's sat down in the chair across from me her big round eyes looking droopy, tired, crying out for help. Her thick blondish hair swirled around the nape of her neck.
I said, " What's wrong?" "It's Tony and Jonas." She replied.
"They're sitting right next to the door with all of their heavy backpacks, sleeping bags, etc laying on the floor. Jonas has his shoes and socks off, the sickenly sweet smell of his blackened feet wafting all over the shop." Glenda whispers.
She talked about how customers, especially elderly people coming in go right back out the door when they see Jonas disheveled and decked out in his 3 sizes too large olive drab duster with 3 other heavy waistcoats underneath making him look like a human sized green pepper right out of Veggie Tales.
He shuffles heavily on the wood plank floor with his huge combat boots ( when he has his boots on)on his way up front to get his 5th or 6th Cup of free coffee which he then loads up with a quart of expensive organic half and half.
He has this way of glaring at you that no matter where you're at in the shop, his eyes...brooding, squinting...without turning his head...follow you around the room like the Mona Lisa.
Don't get me wrong, I like Jonas. I help him out when I can. He's as harmless as a dove, but, he does unintentionally scare people out of the shop.
Donna told me that Tony the homeless guy who I have befriended the past year follows her to the back of the shop and just stares at her. Tony will tell her and anyone listening that his many businesses do billions of dollars in business all over the world. Then he talks about the "hairy people" who live out in the woods of Spring Gulch and York Gulch. One day they grabbed him while he was hiking in Spring Gulch with a friend. They threw Tony up in a pine tree while they killed and ate his friend.
Tony will mutter insensible sentences under his breath and carry on conversations with invisible people while working one of the several puzzles laying out on the tables.
In short, he may be insane and possibly psychotic.
This behavior has the tendency to make the establishment look more like a homeless shelter than a coffee shop.
Donna is getting depressed and is now looking for another job. And, I'm getting depressed thinking of the Frothy Cup without the graceful presence of Donna. Something must be done.
So, Glenda and I are going to sit down today with the 2 vagabonds in question and have a "come to Jesus" meeting. Know what I mean?
Ah, the drama that goes on here in my office at the Frothy Cup! This would never happen at Eli's Coffee Shop back home. That I'm pretty sure of.
But, Glenda always errs on the side of Christian mercy and love which has from the beginning drawn me to her. So, my suggestion that she kick them out isn't going to happen. Better that way than the way I used to be. Shoot first and take down names.
BR Schoenbein
December 14, 2015- Monday
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