A Story From My Café Days

“A Story of A Strange-minded Woman”

A flower-shop at a farmers market, was getting ready to closedown for the day.

The owner of the flower shop, a big burly fellow, was so ‘green’ at being a florist_no pun intended_ to a point where, he couldn’t tie a simple jute string around a bouquet, without getting all bent out of shape in the process!

The poor florist’s muscles would tense up; his clumsy, far far from anything remotely graceful, delicate, and let’s not mention ‘gentle’, fingers, would fumble and ineptly drop pairs of scissors_which used to sometimes end up in puddles of water on top of all the chaos that was unfolding_ while frantically trying to obey him, and manage to finally tie that bouquet all together! You couldn’t help but feel sorry for them! As if, they were an entirely different entity, all on their own…deserveant of all the sympathy they can get!

It was an unbearable scene to watch! Yet, you couldn’t help but detect the humour in it all!

Customers, with their eyes wide open and filled with absolute horror…at more than one occasion, were forced to subconsciously take a few steps back, away from the often frustrated florist; fearing, that purple thorny thistle at this man’s reach..laying there staring back at them, was getting ready to quickly land on the top of their heads!

~Part I

Author: Kat

I used to work as a graphic designer, until one day I was tragically and blissfully hit by two colliding meteors! One caused my falling in love with the world of coffee! And the other resulted in me falling out of love with the not so wonderful and nearly suffocating office culture! I left the glamour of the design world, and opened up my little café! Those were the best years of my life! I say ‘were’, because (wait! May be another time! But please do ask me if you ‘must’ know and can’t sleep tonight unless I tell you!) For the past three years, I have been living in a pyramid shape house in a middle of a green forest in the summer; a green forest buried underneath lots - I mean LOTS - of snow in the winter. I used to ‘think I still do ;)’ love the city! With its buzzing energy! I love to travel and seeing different food and coffee scenes...preferably alone! visiting ‘quirky and unusual’ places! I do not love visiting museums, hugely commercialized areas, malls and landmarks! I love old and full of heritage ‘anything’! I also love, to sit in a busy coffeeshop ‘reading quietly’ and not talking! Talking exhausts me most of the time! Watching the world unfold.. and thinking ...never does!

7 thoughts on “A Story From My Café Days”

    1. All is well Mark! Sorry for leaving this wonderful place for a bit! Just been crazy with work. But it’s ‘good’ crazy 🙂

      Thank you for checking. And hope all is well with you!

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