MGDN02
RECEIPT #002
FILED UNDER: DINER-MGDN
DATE: 1/21/96
EMPLOYEE #53
I saw that a Blur was requested, and a Blur ye shall have. To be honest, I’m getting a bit tired of all the shilling I have to do here. Every other day it’s like a whole new demonic-blah-blah-blah. At this point, I think we just tell Long Beach that there’s a city-wide gas leak or an ergot outbreak in the bread supply. I don’t know. I’m running out of ideas, and for me, that’s a bit scary. I’m sure whatever you guys can cook up while I’m gone will be just as good—and just as ignored—as whatever coffee I can brew up. So! I will gladly take a nice winter vacay to do some easy work.
I figure once I’m done cleaning up the family photo album, I might as well third-wheel on the rest of Flower and the Old Man’s order. Nicaraguan. I’d love to see it to believe it. And then I’d love to brew up something better. The poor, fragile, Wyom…ites? That doesn’t sound right. Wyoming…ings? Wyomers? Huh. Uh… Lost my train of thought. RIGHT! The poor, fragile, hard-to-name people of Wyoming don’t need to be sipping on pure, unfiltered Nicaraguan beans. I’ll fix them up with some nice, comfy diner-standard coffee.
I guess I could also snoop around a bit. The Old Man said that the patrons were acting very shady. Though, from what I read, it might just be social ineptitude. Not everyone can be a social butterfly like you, #71. Oh, crap, I should also probably figure out a way to dissuade these guys from coffee altogether, huh? Not that I think anyone will take their accounts of Mrs. Williams seriously, but if they’ve had this much caffeine already—it won’t take much to get them fully addicted. I think I’ll try and get them into LARPing. I think they’d like that.